Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

The chandeliers bled light like silver veins slit open, their crystal tears cascading onto the marbled floor of the Grand Hall in shimmering, soundless grief. Music whispered through the space, delicate yet macabre, like the echo of a waltz composed in a cursed land long swallowed by dust and prophecy. This was not simply a ball. This was The Ball of Blood and Ash. A masquerade of power. A crucible dressed in velvet and venom. Where each step was a declaration, every gesture a provocation.

If this had been a nightclub instead of a graveyard, Roy and the others would have been quite an entertaining sight. But here they were, a group of zombies dancing under the moonlight, making for a particularly horrific sight. "It's the dance… This is the same dance…" Darren stammered in fear, his face drained of color. "It's the same dance they performed before they died." "Are you sure, Mr. Gulley?" Cassian asked. "Positive!" Darren firmly confirmed. "I saw Tate before he died. He was dancing this very dance." So, they'd performed this dance before dropping dead?

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

-0-0-0- Diane and Liz entered the Ballroom, she was mesmerized with around the Ballroom, Castle Ballroom typed two floors with stairs in the middle of the room, decorated with several chairs and round tables, the lights there shined like crystals, she had never visited Gala like this, maybe she also has not followed the trend, in fact this is America, no doubt the progress changes very fast happening Her eyes lock with a pair of dark eyes, the eyes of man sitting by himself, many of them holding a full whiskey glass or golden wine, wearing black suit but many of dark suit, like inviting to be approached, but she's not the type of woman who easily falls into the arms of men with a glance or w

It wasn’t a place of competition or power it was alive, breathing, beautiful. I let Maris pull me toward the edge of the circle where we joined in, her fingers twining through mine as she moved to the rhythm of the drums. For a moment, I forgot everything the Lycan brothers, my fear and need to escape. The night wrapped around me like silk, and I could almost pretend I belonged. Maris leaned close to whisper over the music. “This dance ‘The Dance of the Goddess’ it’s older than any of us. They say the goddess herself danced under the first full moon, and every woman after carries a spark of her spirit when she moves.”

* * * “The black swan’s dance is wicked and wild. She is a seductress, sent to ruin the prince and make him forget all about his love.” I pick at my thumbnail as Monsieur Paris explains the piece for the showcase. Some prince, if he forgets his love so easily. “It is a pas de deux, a dance between partners, but more than that—it is a slide into temptation and chaos.” Sounds familiar. I fold my arms over my chest, staring at a spot on the wall over Monsieur Paris’s shoulder. It’s safer this way, if I don’t look him in the eyes. If I only listen to his deep voice with half my attention.

The room carried a light mix of metal and roses - Anna’s favorite scent, picked to feel welcoming and threatening all at once. Golden wall lamps threw shaky firelight across smooth stone walls as a midnight draft slid through. At the head of the black stone table, Anna Drazan sat perfectly straight, her deep red silk dress spreading like spilled blood around her chair. She flipped a slim dagger in her fingers, the blade catching the light with every turn.

It gives me a headache like a static that I used to hear recently. “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I keep on hearing her voice again and again and again, which makes me dizzy and fall to the ground. In this dark, cold, silent night and only the ray from the full moon is the only light I see. I am so dizzy and I Passed out.

" Wait what? We're getting married or you're getting married? " Abigail wiped the stray tears at the corner of her eyes and sniffed as she stared at her clueless friend. Or was she really clueless? " You didn't hear? " " Hear what? " Anna kept her gaze fixed to her as if asking her to hurry up and tell her what she doesn't know. " You're getting married this week on the day of the maize festival" Everywhere got silent and Anna's hold tightened around Abigail's arm. Abigail flinched slightly.