Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

Lila's pov “This is Caleb A.K.A black vortex” Damon said, nodding toward the figure in the corner. “He works with me as my side kick” Immediately, I heard the name "Black Vortex," and my breath hitched.The name wasn’t just familiar; it was infamous. Black Vortex was a shadow in the underground world, a digital phantom who could infiltrate the most secure systems without leaving a trace. He also had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness.

Minx had been slow to calm, but when she had, a sheepish look had stolen across her features, and she'd exclaimed, “Bit rash, huh?” “Mm, mayhap, a teeny, tiny, bit,” I'd teased, as I'd held up my thumb and forefinger—a minute space separating the two pads. ~~ Time passed, and the alcohol flowed, and I was out on the dance floor again, dancing with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous, when suddenly he released me and my arm was grabbed from behind, and swinging me around until I was facing him, Nathan snarled, “He had his goddamn hands all over you.”

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.

Song: PillowTalk (Zayn Malik) “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed, sounding both shocked and amused. Because right in the middle of the dance floor, on a slightly raised platform, swaying on the pole was my mate. Shock was an understatement as I watched her flawless moves. Her cinnamon hair was a mess as she swung around the steel pole, laughing and moving to Gimme More, swaying her perfect ass and curves. The crowd cheered beneath, and I think I caught a glimpse of Cora, whistling and jumping with a bottle of beer in her hand.

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.

She turned to give the Elder a smile and ran off. Anna got home and didn't bother to knock, she barged in and what she saw, only made her more mad than she already was. Three pair of eyes settled on her as she stood by the door, her skirt was tied to settle on her knee, she looked more like a mad woman, and her glares sent shiver down the groom's spine. "Oh...I'm sorry, my daughter doesn't actually dress like this, I don't know what's wrong with her... " Diana chuckled nervously as she came to stand beside her fuming daughter.

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2

Representators from each supernatural division lined the dance floor; the women at one side and facing them the men stood a couple feet ahead. Hades watched me with that intense gaze of his that seemed to pierce through the skin and touch places unknown, read things untold and make me feel warm. But tonight as I stared back, all I felt was cold and resentful. All the lights dimmed except the one on the dance floor that highlighted us. My lips tugged back wickedly as I let the scarf I had been carrying throughout the evening slip off of my shoulders, revealing the daring part of my dress.