Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

The ambience became charged with anticipation, as the mafia Dons leaned forward in their seats, their gazes fixated on Bianca's every move. Bianca swayed to the rhythm of the music, her body gracefully intertwining with the steel pole in the centre of the room. Her dance was a mesmerizing display of fluidity and sensuality, captivating the attention of everyone present. The Dons watched in awe as she effortlessly executed each seductive gesture and daring acrobatic manoeuvre.

Kimberly stepped forward. "It's about the Halloween dance." She was tall with curly blond hair. Her lips where painted red, but she wore no other makeup. "Oh?" I shuffled around some papers on my desk, waiting for them to go on. The last two years, on October thirty-first, the ballroom was transformed into something out of a scary movie with blood spatter on the walls, cobwebs dangling from the ceiling, eyeballs floating in the punch bowl, and ghosts flitting around the frigid air.

Crystal said, “What if she’s some sort of undead?” “I don’t know...” Walker shook his head, “Get back to Dante as soon as possible. They’re going to start the dance soon.” The dance—almost like an insane version of musical chairs. A person danced and danced with different people for a duration of a song—typically about five minutes—and then, somehow, whoever they’re standing in front of when the song ends is who their mate is. “It’s almost time..” Walker whispered as Jadis and a few of the other witches zeroed in on the elders who were still seated and emotionless at their table on the stage—none of them masked, but they were in their gaudy robes.

I took the male leads as I was still the only male in choir. “Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it's thriller, thriller night…You're fighting for your life inside

CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Last Supper The Macbeth’s were staying in a rented cottage not far away from Dorsal Finn’s museum. The cottage was compact, yet consisted of many rooms that led away from a hallway made even smaller by wallpaper with deep purple flowers. There were many pictures dotted around the small wooden cupboards and dressers in the hall. Beatrice noticed what she presumed to be images of the many stages of Alice Macbeth, one with raven hair and unblemished skin. Another had an image of a middle aged woman leaning on a cane with a moorland scene in the background.

There was a lot of food and people were already paired up in dance. ‘’Let’s dance together,’’ I said, pulling Bree to the dance floor. Aaron helped himself by the door. I felt sorry for the women who would approach him for a dance. The dance was a Minuetto dance. A slow dance. We moved in circular motion, taking measured steps to the sound of the music. A group of people with elaborate costumes and masks were approaching the dance. ‘’Who are these?’’ Bree whispered to me. ‘’The casino of the spirits,’’ I whispered back. ‘’’They have some mystical powers, some people have said and they can tell you things about your future or your past. But they have to approach you by themselves.’’

Soon, a low, vibrating hum filled the air. He brought the device to my ankle and slid it upward. The tingling sensation surged through me, reaching deep within me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. "This is the second session. The vibration helps stimulate the energy within you and get it moving." Henry ran the vibrating toy from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thighs. He held the device there, continuously circling the area. The intense vibrations kept stimulating me, making me tremble from head to toe. Even the ball beneath me began to vibrate, and my body started to rise and fall rapidly.

I paused to watch it, collecting my breath. The strain of a violin came from the woods. It echoed impossibly over the wind, followed by a phantom orchestra. “What the heck is he doing?” I fretted, clutching my scarf. I almost had a breakdown right there. The music was ungodly, like a dance of the dead. I was mesmerized by it, knowing I'd heard it before. My mother blasted classical music when she tried to access her 'artist chakra.' Technologically impaired, I had to set up the playlists for her. It was a piece by Camille Saint-Sans. The Danse Macabre

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE START OF THE DANCE OF THE DEAD. “That’s what you'll be wearing for the party tonight,” Isadora says as she drops a flamboyant gold gown onto the bed. “From Lady Maggi.” I raise a brow as I stand from the floor, having just finished cleaning my staff. “A party? What party am I invited to?” “The one hosted for the participants of the Dance of the Dead tournament,” Isadora replies quietly. “It’s more of a feast, really. Some call it the Last Supper since only one of those attending will still be alive by the end of the tournament.”