Dancing Devil Novels & Stories

My heart gave a painful thump. Alpha Dante Davenport, the Devil of the MoonClaw Pack. The name alone had the power to silence an entire room. Stories about him were whispered or painted in the blood of the wolves who dared oppose him. A beast of a man with a smile carved from war and eyes sharp enough to cut through soul and steel. I swallowed. Vivian, ever the actress, twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. “He's the type to drag singers to his bed before the chorus even starts. Ro-guish.” She said as if that was a compliment.

>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him.

Since when did this bar get so crowded? "Argh! Now you're making me feel like the bad person." Devon slumped down on the couch. "I brought you here and you're forcing me to leave you alone. Tonight, I'll show you that in this whole universe, you can never find a friend as loyal as me." He took a bottle from one of the many wine bottles on the table. "Let's drown our sorrows together, Buddy. We'll yell to the world that this is not game over." "By the way." Devon lowered his voice and sighed. "If I dance with those ladies and Rosslyn gets wind of it, she's going to skin me alive."

That also absolutely didn’t make me hot all over. The sun beats down on everything in sight as I Marshall my way over to the front door of Devil’s Halo. I make my way inside. As it’s still day time, not much is happening. A sound check, some workers drinking and lazily smoking, and a girl dancing in the corner. The dancing girl is the first to stop me, and she makes her way over to me. She’s tall, dressed in a long red silk gown that doesn’t suit her environment but makes her stand out. Plus her blond hair and blue eyes, she’s the vision of beauty. “Hey sweetie,” she winks at me. “Sorry, place doesn’t open till nine.”

The spectators could not help but wipe a cold sweat off their brows for her soon-to-be dismay. “No!” Maxim exclaimed. When brother Albert realized what was going on, he tried to call for a ceasefire but it was too late. The man howled a great, demonic roar, and it echoed throughout the dome. “Dance of Devils!” he cried. In an instant, the air was filled with staves, as though devils themselves descended to bring infernal justice.

Halsey watched as Dwight stepped forward, yanking the Stormborn Devil away with a powerful motion. The Stormborn Devil quickly regained his composure and snarled, his face twisting in rage. "You brat! How dare you ruin my fun!" With that, the Stormborn Devil swung a punch at Dwight. Dwight, agile and quick, effortlessly dodged the blow and retaliated with a punch to the Stormborn Devil's stomach. With a loud bang, the Stormborn Devil crashed into the side of the car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Fighting her instinct to stay away, she moved grudgingly forward, her imwilling limbs carrying her ever closer. ‘Dance,’ he said and she did. It felt so good to be back in his arms, within the safety of that strong grip. He danced expertly, but now his grip became stronger; she looked up and saw the red eyes of the devil. She was dancing with the devil. Her eyes flew open. She gasped for air. Moisture beaded her brow. She looked at the bedside clock, it was 7.30 p.m. Her breathing gradually slowed, but she dared not close her eyes again for fear the devil would return.

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.