Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

The curtain rose on a bare stage washed in blood-red light. From the first moment, the audience knew they were watching something obscene. Elena’s Salome was not seductive; she was predatory. Every movement dripped contempt and hunger. When she danced the seven veils, each scarf fell away like skin being flayed, until she stood almost entirely naked, gold paint catching the light like fresh blood.

Odin said to himself and was about to drop the tab when his hand mistakenly pressed something and he found another video dance titled, “The Dracula dance video.” Above the video was a message-“Her Halloween party is in two days time, you better get cracking if you really want to be part of her life. I will send a video to you, practice the steppings and be serious with it. This is going to be your last chance. Do not mess things up! “Okay, this should be interesting.” Odin said, taking a seat and pressing the play button, if nothing attracted him, the “Dracula” on the title of the video got him and well, they shared something in common......

***Fast forward***** 3 months later. Natty's POV. I was practicing with Helene,we were at the dance school. I come here every week for dance practice. Mike enrolled me here after I told him I have always loved dancing but I never had a chance to dance. I'mm so glad he did this. Helen was the best before I came ,we both and now we are competing for the best,it was an healthy rivalry. She became my close friend. We did the dance eagerly and with happy faces, this was our way of expressing our every feeling.When we were done,Helen quickly wore her shoes,she was a student and she had class. We hugged and she left.

Winter I ends with everyone (except for Marie) laying on the ground. The stage fades to black. Okay, now I have to do my part of the dance. Winter II begins playing and a sense of morbid innocence is shown through my character. There is only a spotlight on me, meaning that I have not seen anything. I do my leaps, turns, and playful banter. I try looking around but no one is there. Winter II ends with the lights revealing the stage behind me. Winter III plays and I am in deep sorrow. I dance around the monsters, trees, bushes, and sprites. Every articulated step is an homage to those whose lives have been lost. This is where I find Marie on her knees.

Somehow. I barely noticed Flynn until he appeared, portmanteau in hand, grin wide and reckless. “Where have you been?” I hissed. “What is that?” He shrugged, boyish and unrepentant. “Something.” I glared. “You’re stealing?” “Of course. What else do I do best?” I nearly laughed, but the sight of the ballroom below swallowed the sound. Tremaine. The Prince. Dancing. The air electric with anticipation. “No,” I whispered, panic rising. “No, no, no…”

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.

”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger. “Oh God!”Beth rasped again.”What do you mean?”She gripped the banister ever so tighter,until her hand hurt from holding on.She felt faint and nauseous. Against all probability,she was having a conversation with a woman,dead for hundreds of years. “You must listen carefully Beth,”Lady Katherine continued.”A dark spirit seeks to end your lives and she will not stop until she has succeeded in her task,until you and Ethan are both dead.” “How do you know this?”Beth asked,frantically.”Answer me!Please!”

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.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.