Dancing With The Devil In The Pale Moonlight Novels & Stories

I didn't want to lunge onto her like a wild beast. Ana nodded her head fervently and I turned off the lights. Since the living room had a high ceiling while it had glass walls as well as a roof, the moonlight fell onto her directly, making her curves as voluptuous as possible. Without hesitation, I yanked down those fucking tights that were clinging onto her body like their life was dependant on it and strip her out of that sports bar like she said.

The bike surged forward, and all I could think was that this was only the beginning. My stomach churned violently as we approached the gate, where men clad in leather jackets watched us with indifferent nods. The weight of dread settled deeper into my gut as we rode into the compound, parking alongside rows of gleaming motorcycles. The flickering light of a fire drew my attention, revealing a scene that twisted my insides: men cavorted around the flames, their laughter mingling with the crackling heat. Women surrounded them, but they were unlike anyone I had ever known—dressed in nothing but thongs and sky-high heels, their bodies glistened like bronzed statues under the hungry glances of th

(Adelaide) Adelaide stared at Thane with open contempt. He didn’t even glance at her. She wondered if that was deliberate—if ignoring her would make it easier later, when people spoke of her in the past tense. “Tradition speaks,” he continued. “The Devil will appear when the moon crests silver at its highest point. He will take form from shadow and flame. He will call forth the hunt.” A tremor rippled through the girls to her left. Someone whimpered quietly.

Her face was painted with something I couldn't quite call makeup and as she moved, dancing along to a rhythm only she understood, she flashed her painted black long nails with pride. "Dance?" I scoffed at my own cluelessness and he laughed at my words. "No, silly," he walked closer to the fire and I had no choice but to mirror his actions. "It's a blood moon tonight." "A blood moon?" My mind tried to scan through the number of new vampire-related texts I've learned but none came similar. "What's that?" "And that strange-looking woman dancing next to the fire," he continued. "Is a witch." I gasped, fear quickly gripping me. "A witch?"

As Callista nears the devil, whose shadows are closing in on her to consume her, a flash of blinding white light erupts from her, filling the room with a glow akin to the sun. I shield my eyes from the burn, and Xaveraq cries out as if he's in pain. When I reopen my eyes again, I see Xaveraq fall to the floor with Callista’s jaws wrapped around his neck. The glow still surrounds her, spiraling her like a galaxy as the devil continues to scream. I watch, dumbfounded as the darkness within him bursts into a frenzy of shadows that spiral the room in a cyclone of black, consuming them both for a split second, black and white flashes dancing in hope of dominating one another.

Alex pulled back his hand quickly from the pain, shaking his hand behind his back a couple of times as he said, “There’s a lot of people here who had been kept in the dark and deceived. Most of them are not guilty of any crime that deserves death.” “You’re someone who tries to be on good terms with everyone.” Luna snorted, but she kept away her zither. “Get lost!” In the blink of an eye, the Melvis family compound that had been overcrowded with people suddenly receded like a tide. Countless people regretted their actions. Wasn’t it better to have just stayed at home, watch some TV, or surf the net? Instead, they had decided to be here to dig their graves. That was the Sky-Devil Zither. Then,

I said with a smile, leading everyone to the plaza to begin our celebration under the full moon. Moonlight bathed the plaza. Members of the Snowfall pack and the Grayclaw pack enjoyed wine and food while dancing freely to the music. "Dear beautiful Ruth, may I have this dance?" Leo stared at me intently and affectionately with his silver eyes as he extended his hand. "It's my pleasure," I agreed readily. The moonlight was magical and quite enchanting that particular night. I couldn't help but accept his invitation without hesitation. Leo put a hand on my waist, and I could feel a steady flow of warmth radiating from his palm. It ignited a fire across my body.

There is no celebration in our families more important than today. The bright light coming from the moon easily peeked through the window of the room. My white wedding dress, a cascade of silk and lace, danced and swayed with each step I took towards the window. I pressed my palm against the cool jamb, seeking a moment of solace from the storm of emotions swirling within me. The full moon, usually a beacon of cool silver, hung low in the sky, its usually gentle light replaced by an ominous, blood-red hue. I took a deep breath. It was a fitting omen. Perhaps, for a day that would forever alter the course of our families' histories.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Would I be able to handle that? Especially after keeping myself so fucking locked up for so long? She rubbed my cheek once more, her eyes searching into mine, staring deep into the edges of my soul. “ Fuck Igor, Fuck the world and fuck my fucked up brain.” She cursed and there was something about the way she said it that scratched a part of my brain. She sounded so cute but yet hot. “ I want you to show me darkness, try me and see if I can handle it.” The space between us felt too big so I closed it, placing my hand at the small of her waist. My gaze lingered on her lips. “ Are you sure, Cara Mia?” “ I'm sure, Dusha Moy.”