Novel & Cerita Dance Of Death Novel

I don't want death to keep us apart from anything that I own on him and he owns on me. I know it's not the end for us. I knew I was going to meet you again. I knew we would be together again and happy with each other again. My life without you was lone. A lock without its key and I would better be unlocked and thrown rather than being without the key. I grabbed the same sharp tinder that I had used to stab him. His blood was still on it, fresh and red. We were to make a blood pledge with each other tonight but our fate had something else designed for us, something else sketched for us.

The dance of death. Valerius was strong, I’d give him that. And desperate. He fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal. But he was no match for my speed, my precision, my sheer, cold-blooded intent. I parried his blows, each clang of steel a note in our deadly symphony. I let him tire himself out, his movements becoming sloppier, his breathing more ragged. Then, I saw my opening. A fractional hesitation in his defense. I feinted left, he overcommitted, and my blade slid under his guard, sinking deep into his gut.

Diana’s back arched like a dancer every time she killed the enemies from all directions. For Alpha Alexander, Diana, was like a warrior dancing a waltz. Her feet were precise as she landed every time she jumped midair—twirling to double the impact. No matter where Alpha Alexander looked, he saw her smiling—a smile akin to the harbinger of death. It was a smile that had a sense of sick accomplishment as if Diana was enjoying the time she slaughtered the enemies. Limb after limb, head after head, all of them were cut off when in contact with the humungous bloody blade.

He leaned against the wall, enjoying the show, the cigarette still dangling from his lips. Hours seemed to pass before Dmitry finally grew tired of the spectacle. He turned away, extinguishing his cigarette on the older man's bare shoulder. "Alright," he drawled, "let's wrap things up." He nodded at his men, who quickly finished their grisly work. They dragged the bloodied, broken body to a pile in the corner and Dmitry lit a lighter, setting it ablaze. The flames licked hungrily at the flesh, consuming it with an eerie swiftness.

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE

As she trotted across a circular clearing, bordered by towering trees, the sense of wrongness amplified, but before she could backtrack into the shadows, bodies fell from the trees and landed with thumps all around her. Dana danced in place, her mind screaming at her for stupidly walking into a well-laid ambush. The naked men of varying sizes closed in on her, strangers all except for one, young pup. That little bastard. He'll be the first to die. She lunged at the youth who'd betrayed her, barely noticing his eyes widening in shock before she caught his throat in her teeth. He didn't have time to shift-he died that quickly, with his blood spurting hotly and enticingly in her mouth. Her huma

"I'm just a little pawn, Nyxen. Go play with Lucas." "Stretch your legs," Nyxen said, watching him, face coldly pleasant. Not chasing after him. For now. "Slowly. No need to rush things." "And let you hurt it again? Fat chance, Mr. Death," Declan snapped, tightening his grip around his leg. If only he could dance... then staying away from the man would be easy. "I'm staying right here," Nyxen said, raising an eyebrow. "You're just going to make it worse for yourself by clenching them like that."

What death would be more beautiful for him to die by his own mate hands and it was more proud for him to die in his mate's arms than some battlefield. He inhaled her sweet aroma wanting it to be with him after his death also. He clutched her tightly against him while his other hand was ready to work as per her will. Hazel gave him a last look and the next moment she clutched his hand firmly bringing his hand towards his chest with full force and the dagger pierced the chest making a groan left to the latter's mouth but the pain never came to Daxon's body. He snapped open his eyes immediately and saw the dagger pierced right in her chest making his hands to shake and his mind giving numb not

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.