Checkmate Stories

The games end here. The final part of the Clanlands series. Hide & Seek began it, with Ri's story. Checkmate continued, with Lio's story. Domino is where it ends. And where it all began. This is the story of Lenor, the unseen Clanmate who set off everything, the entire progression of events, by a single courageous action. An action that saved the lives of a Cai and a Clan Leader, and ultimately lead to the exposure and downfall of a Dark Clan. For readers of Hide & Seek and Checkmate, this book will answer all unanswered questions: who is Ri really? How did she end up in Enarda? Why have the Lichorians been trying to get her back? How does this affect Ri and Damian? What happens to Lio after the events of Checkmate? How do things work out for Lio and Xent? What is going on in Lichor? How does it all end? The concluding chapter of the Clanlands series, this is where all stories come to their finale.

The void stretches endless, starless, silent. Suspended in that nothingness floats the cosmic chessboard - squares black as pitch and white as bone, every piece carved from souls and shadow. Asmodeus prowls the edge like a wolf who has just scented prey, while Lira stands across from him, her strawberry-blonde hair falling in waves of autumn copper, her gaze steady and unyielding. "You are going to hate this one, Little Halo," Asmodeus purrs, rubbing his hands together with wicked delight. "Which means I am going to love watching you squirm." "Hate usually means someone is about to be cruel for their own amusement," Lira says evenly. "Which is why you're already salivating." He steps right into her space, leaning down until his breath smells of sulphur and burnt things. "Grief is a hole, Lira. And they will fill it with anything. Even me." "She will not trade her soul for a shadow," Lira replies, not flinching. "Not when the real thing is worth fighting for." Asmodeus smirks, gesturing to the glowing pawn between them. "Meet Alessandra. She will bargain for the dead. She will give me anything for one more day. Can you think of anything more tragic? Anything more mine?" "She is not yours," Lira says, quiet but final. "Not yet." "Game on," Asmodeus laughs, the sound echoing through the dark. "Try not to weep when she realises love is the most expensive thing in the universe. And you cannot pay for it with anything but yourself."

The void stretches endless, starless, silent. Suspended in that nothingness floats a cosmic chessboard - squares black as pitch and white as bone, every piece carved from souls and shadow. Opposite each other stand the two players. Lira watches two pawns take shape: Philip IV, burning with envy, and Jacques de Molay, gleaming with the quiet strength of the Templars. Her strawberry‑blonde hair falls in waves of autumn copper, and her gaze is steady, though heavy with foreboding. She knows what is coming. And she knows how hard she will have to fight. Asmodeus stares at the board, and pure, unadulterated joy bursts out of him. He steps forward, golden eyes blazing, grinning so wide it looks like his face might split. "Five hundred years," he purrs, rubbing his hands together in delicious anticipation. "Five hundred years of suffering. All because one king could not bear to see another stand taller than him. The Templars will burn. The throne will drown in blood. And the last of Philip's line... will lose his head." He leans across the board, taunting and triumphant. "Game on, Little Halo. Try not to weep when France falls."o

At a random bus stop, six stranger cross paths for no reason that makes sense. No one knows why, but something about that moment feels wrong...and important. Among them, Leeroy can't take his eyes off a girl with long black hair and a heavy bag, rushing somewhere she never explains.

PROLOGUE The void stretches endless, starless, silent. Suspended in that nothingness floats a cosmic chessboard - squares black as pitch and white as bone, every piece carved from souls and shadow. Opposite each other stand the two players. Lira watches the new pawn appear, her strawberry‑blonde hair catching its fierce glow. Her face is calm, steady, but her eyes are heavy with sorrow. She knows what is coming. And she knows how hard she will have to fight to stop it. Asmodeus circles the board, predatory and smug, his suit drinking the void‑light, his skin shifting beneath the fabric - perfection and decay breathing as one. He stops opposite her, grinning like he already knows the outcome. "Tonight," he purrs, tapping one long finger against the piece marked RIZPAH, "a mother's love will become a fire that burns the world." Lira meets his gaze, unflinching. "A mother's love is the strongest force there is. It does not destroy. It protects." Asmodeus laughs - rich, dark, and thoroughly amused. "We shall see, Little Halo," he whispers. "We shall see."

Kinger wakes up one night to the sound of his wife's tears. Her eyes look... different, somehow... A Queenie abstraction one-shot. My first story on here! A Checkmates romance/dramatic fanfic. Hope you all enjoy ^^ And yes, hopefully I will write more :D

AUs, character, ships, oneshots, headcanons, and more! Suggest what you'd like, I might get to it eventually lol. Enjoy!

Andrade De Guzman. Half British half Japanese, Mr. Hot but Arrogant Adonis, also known as the "Never-been-defeated chess champion" in the campus, was being challenged by the new kid? Erika Jones. "Nobody, not once have I been defeated by anyone, and if you have the guts to challenge me, might as well get ready to face your failure" as he announced in live. "I never lose. I either win or learn." - Nelson Mandela If you're reading this, I hope you enjoy it. Even though I made this just for fun, I really put a lot of effort and energy in this. I also fell in love in every characters so I hope you do too!😀 Once again, 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰!☾ ✰ ༄ ☆ 𖧷 𖦹 ★ 𑁍 It takes a second to vote 🥺👉👈 ⚠️Reminders: ▪️I'm not a professional writer so please don't expect that I don't have any grammatical errors. ▪️Also, my stories are just for fun. I just wanted to share what's going on my mind. Whenever I'm bored, I fantasize everything I think of and that's how I build a plot. ▪️Every chapter is important, If you miss one, you may not understand the plot/flow of the . Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ☻ᴥ

A man and a boy play a game of chess, but is there more to the game than meets the eye?

Two rival gangs. Golden, and the Foxes. They've hated each other for decades, but what happens when they meet? What will get in the way? Zachary Sear. Brown hair, a perfect smolder, mesmerizing green eyes. He was the bad boy. The Fox Whisperer. Brown hair, plump lips, dangerous light grey eyes. Beautiful, dangerous, and tainted. What happens next?

Kaycee just broke up with her boyfriend is it Sean's move?

A killer who is playing chess with human lives. Eight pawns are already dead. Death doesn't scare her, living does. Every case leaves scars, but this one cuts deeper. She's not just chasing him, she feels him inside her head. The question isn't if she can stop him. It's if she can survive the game. #2 in chess

The poison had seeped into my blood undetected. I had no symptoms, no suspicions until I looked into his eyes that night-a deep green shimmering in the moonlight- and I knew. I loved him. I was in love with a monster. Lillian Rose is the daughter of the Duke of Eridia and in an arranged marriage to the crown prince of Amera- James Leviathan renowned for his bloodthirsty nature and piercing green eyes earning him the nickname The Snake. Staying at the palace before the wedding, Lillian soon learns that a kingdom is not built in a day. It's built with blood.

this is a smut story about the homophobic dudes in my class

Strategic, poetic, and ruthless. This punchy piece channels the spirit of Sun Tzu through a modern mind game, where intellect and instinct collide. Each line is a move in a cerebral battle, full of cunning, calculation, and poetic bravado. It's not just about winning; it's about knowing the game better than your opponent ever could.

Two captains playing each others hearts. Hate turning into love, or was it all part of the game? A high school cheer captain and a football jock, hate tearing apart their teams bit by bit. A jerk who's known as the school playboy and a girl who everyone adores and loves, both in a game of love, acting or real? no one ever truly knew. Their rivalry fading away and turning into romance, but to once started as harmless fun, would soon turn into sorrow and a broken heart. Was it wrong that their love felt so right? Or was it just the right person, wrong time...

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Same trio. More chaos. More secrets. Even deadlier stakes. Ash, Garm, and Fenrir are just trying to survive, but in the shadows, Felix is unraveling. The Mark of Evil isn't just a legend-it's real, and it's his. Secrets unravel and alliances shatter, and a choice that changes everything. Because once you cross the line, there's no going back.

A young man fed up with the world. A demon who stands by his side. This story is all about games and the last person to fall, dies under a pile of bloody failures. For he who falls suffers the humiliation and the birth of death. Master Venom units peasants all over to play his game... Misfortune may mislead the unbinding. Till the last chess block falls the a winner will stoically whisper: Checkmate. Who dares to play.. Come Join hell....

She looked him straight in the eye and said "checkmate" To the royal families of Callos everything was a game that they could win. There was nothing they couldn't have. So when a war broke out it was no suprise that their children became pawns in their little game. Only they didn't realize they raised them to Kings and Queens.