Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

"I seek the power of Azserroke, Demon of the Darkness. Bring to me my other half, my blood, my soul, my sister in the womb. I offer you the blood to seek my desire. I offer you the power of this soul." The words seemed very straight forward and simple. I didn't know how all this mumbo jumbo worked, but if it was supposed to be straight forward, that wasn't exactly how I would have put it. The blood from my hand dripped on the bottom point of the star. Mila's body went rigid. Her mouth lifted to the sky in a terrible scream that raised goosebumps to my skin. The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green.

Santo's other hand slides over my belly, and he begins to dance softly, moving our bodies from right to left. Dancing? Santo Ganovese is dancing with me. In a nightclub. In a more than compromising position. As if we were a couple. SANTO GANOVESE IS DANCING WITH ME IN A NIGHTCLUB IN A COMPROMISING POSITION AS IF WE WERE A COUPLE! I need to calm down. I've got to calm down. I've got to calm down. Okay, Andrea Bonani, think of something calm. Pasta. There you go.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

--- Later Deandra’s mansion pulsed with music. Perfume, sweat, and alcohol hung heavy in the air. Girls strutted in lace and silk; men wore little more than pajama pants and confidence. Masks glimmered under strobing lights. In the corner, champagne cascaded down a girl’s cleavage while her partner licked it away. The dance floor was a frenzy of grinding bodies. “If it isn’t our Queen Supreme!” I was lifted and spun before I even registered the voice. Strong arms held me, laughter ringing against my ear.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

Suspiria Pov Terror engulfed my heart as I heard Darcy. She can't be this cruel to get me naked in front of the whole pack. She herself is a woman. Can't she understand what modesty means to a girl. The watched as the pack pounced on me. I wished for someone to save me.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”