Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

Pointing his fingers to him, arrows rushed out of the monster's nails making the king immobile and fall to the floor with a pool of blood. The vampire gave out a vicious laughter. "Last time when I was enjoying the dance teacher you had to come my way. Now you're all mine. I believe you are a good dancer. Dance for me and I may set you free." He ordered and sat on the thrown with one of his legs over the knee of the other as if he was the king. The monster dragged her through the stairs to an enormous hall which had all kinds of musical instruments. He took a small cloth and threw it on her which went to her eyes blind folding them.

she pointed to the costume that was hanging on the wall as she walked to one of them and started putting them on. She finished and wore a nose mask and hand gloves as they followed according to what she did, then they walked inside the freezing mortuary. They followed Annabella until she got to a corpse that was covered with a blue robe. It had a tag on the wall close to its head 'Lucy Graham' She looked at the sheriff who glanced at Tabitha. Tabitha nodded, then the sheriff turned to Annabella and nodded at her. Then she immediately held the tip of the robe.

he shrugged his shoulders. She was wearing a gown with the corset, full skirt, and chiffon drape. With other matching accessories...like the back drape-arm bands, gloves or tiara. Beading hanging on arms was also an addition. The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty.

“It said Ma Vista’s are not really known in the world today, but long ago they were known all over the world as ‘people with sight.’ Today they are starting to lose the battle against monsters. With more people dying every year you would think that people would wonder why the percentage has gone up, but others just chose to ignore this factor.’Alex pauses again to catch her breath before continuing ‘Many people do not know this, even the reincarnated Ma Vista’s do not know this but ‘the monsters are the cause of human deaths and abductions. The monsters are not stupid creatures, they have an intelligent mind set and do what there master says, but if they fail a mission they know the price th

“This belongs to Thomas's mother. Your grandmother. She was a banshee along with some other things. You are a were- banshee.” “Am I supposed to know what a banshee is? “I would be impressed if you did”, my dad snickered. My mom shot him a look while he shrugged. “A banshee is also known as the wailing woman. A harbinger of death. A banshee is one that has the ability to predict death along with some other special gifts like visions. Banshees are known for their cry or like what happened at school when your scream shattered all the glass in the classroom.”

No, Faith dances with a reckless abandon that draws me in, making me forget everything else. I watch as she attempts a pirouette, her body wobbling precariously. Yet, she refuses to give up. Her lips curl into a determined smile, and she pushes herself further. The room becomes filled with a sense of both vulnerability and strength—a potent cocktail that both mesmerizes and inspires.

Many of them wore black domino masks, which seemed to add to their air of mystery and power. The music was a lively waltz, played by a live orchestra on a raised dais at the far end of the ballroom. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Lucian took my hand, his fingers closing around mine like a vice. He led me onto the dance floor, but, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more sinister lurking just beneath the surface.

Sasha growled in his throat, annoyed at his friend’s interruption. Darcie had planned the day. Being a fan of the dark, magical, and weird I had some anxiety about the places she was going to bring us. Our first stop was at an Ossuary, a small church decorated with human bones in the shape of crosses. It was a little morbid but Darcie was fascinated by the history of the place. The vault of the bone room was decorated by a beautifully large fresco depicting angels and what I assume is heaven called Triumph of Souls and Flying Angels.

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

Corpses and bodies of soldiers from every walk of life were flailing across the Macabantran fort; mush and gore were everywhere, littering the grounds, walls, windows and ceilings of the castle. My eyes zeroed into the depths of the Macabantran compound only to be met with a battle ruckus brewing in epic havoc and mayhem. The air was stuffy, thick and heavily saturated with stench of sweat, turd blood. The gusts of our witches' thick, crimson blood magic sparkled in vermilion shimmers while it burst out of them. Their magic was flickering frenziedly while mingling and meandering against the obsidian, cold necromantic magic of Macabantrans in an attempt to collide, smash and suffocate the spe