Dancing With The Devil In The Pale Moonlight Novels & Stories

Ding Honglei was like a frustrated little girl, stamping her feet in anger and finally releasing Evil Moon from her grasp. "Meow!" The moment Ding Honglei released her fingers, Evil Moon let out a shriek of terror. Whoosh! Like a wild dog unleashed, it turned into a streak of light and disappeared in an instant—absolutely its fastest speed ever. Ding Honglei giggled. She was a female devil, moody yet extremely bewitching.

he exclaimed shaken as if he saw the most terrifying thing in the world. “It always was, fvcker !!” Danielle growled as he shoved away the trembling Alpha’s face away from his in disgust. “It is still not the Red Moon Night,” Zompano chuckled nervously. “Oh is it ?” Danielle coyly smiled making everyone look outside the window and look at the perfectly round full moon, glowing in its whitest of white glory.

>>>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.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

he said with a grin. Abeni laughed, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and delight. She rose to her feet, letting Dmitry lead her into a slow waltz. The wooden floor of the balcony creaked beneath their feet as they moved in perfect harmony, the warm breeze ruffling their hair. The stars above seemed to spin along with them, and for a moment, Abeni forgot about everything else. She forgot about home, about the miles that still separated them from their new life together. She forgot about the weight of her past, about the pain she had endured. All that mattered was this man, this moment, this dance.

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

Juliet’s POV Walking towards the stage, I took a deep breath. The shining bulbs, the music playing, the chattering, and the glamour surrounded me. The eyes of lustful men traced my every move, their gazes running over my body. “Come on, Juliet!” Daphne's excited call snapped me out of my trance. I sighed, grabbing the pole as I lifted my weight, swirling around it, my body syncing with the music. The men approached the stage, tossing money at me. Seeing the pile of cash, I pushed harder, stripping more, following the beats. One hand guided me on the pole while the other traced down my exposed legs, moving rhythmically. I bit my tongue, twisting and turning, doing everything I could.

She was so caught up in watching that she didn't notice Dante approaching until he stood before her, hand extended. "Dance with us," he said, his eyes reflecting the firelight. Laura hesitated. "I don't know the steps." His lips curved into that half-smile that made her stomach flip. "I'll teach you." Before she could protest, he pulled her gently to her feet. Her leg twinged, but the healer's salve had worked wonders. "This is the Moonfire Dance," Dante explained, leading her to the edge of the circle. "It celebrates our connection to the moon, to each other."

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

The edges of the frame were burnt, but it protected the painting within. James bent down to lift the portrait that had fallen face-down onto the ground. Isabella went pale and instinctively stepped forward. “Your Majesty, such an unholy thing should be…” James ignored her and turned the portrait over. The young man in the painting rode a horse through the snow, his silver armor gleaming and his expression sharp. It was a picture of him from three years ago. In the corner of the painting was a tiny row of words in elegant calligraphy. It read, “My spring is here, soon to be gone in the moonlight. I'll give him my all, love with all my might. Even if he wants me not, that will still be alright