Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

She looks at us and I nod while shaking my head. “During the day no, it’s more dancing, burlesque and such. After eleven, that’s when all the clothes come off.” I wink at her and she grins. She purposely dances and taunts Marc, she knows what she is doing. “Move along, you’re stopping for too long, and you’re not meant to whore yourself out, no touching.” I turn to see a man standing there, his eyes fixed on Daisy dancing on Marc. His eyes slowly roam across her body. “You can’t linger, move through the tables, now.” His words are louder and I see Marc tense, Daisy pushing her hand against D as he goes to jump up.

I couldn't stop trembling from the pleasure. Henry pulled out a pair of scissors and quickly cut my thong away. The cool air only made my sex feel even hotter. I stared at Henry in shock. Wasn't this too revealing? No matter what, I was still his client. How could he be so rude? Sensing my confusion, he said, "Relax. This allows better circulation, and the negative energy within your body can be released." I felt a mix of shyness and fear. Henry gently rested his hand on me to reassure me as the tingling sensation kept surging through me.

“Will you follow, maggot, or lead?” “Do I have a choice?” “Do you ever? This is the danse macabre” “I don't know what that is. Sounds like corn on the cob. I'm all for barbecues over the ballroom...” Torches flared into life. A waltz knitted its way through the night. Samael bowed rakishly low. He proffered a pale hand. I took it skeptically. “I'm a debutante, you know,” I admitted. “I took cotillion lessons. Granna forced me to. But none of my dance partners were as...”

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

Since he came back from the party of werewolf Alpha Emerald, he had been shouting and behaving maniacally with everyone. Just two hours ago, Dankein had ordered for a maid to be put in a dungeon for three days with the rare huge rats only found in Siesta Valley, with no lights and food, because she tried to relax him by trying to seduce him. He pushed her aside saying, “Keep your filthy hands off me. I have preserved myself for my Scarlet. Only she has the rights to touch me now.” And the poor maid suffered. Her pathetic cries and whimpers had been haunting the other criminals in adjacent cells.

“I heard the ripper ghost will be participating in this year's Dance of the Dead,” I hear Kane, a guard and my supervisor, say as I'm bent over scrubbing the floor of the guillotine platform. There's been another execution this morning at the palace square, and this time it was a huge bulky man - a serial killer, and as obligated I'm cleaning it. “Some say he shouldn't be allowed, considering the terror he unleashed in the Kingdom of Nyxara.”

Vincent was dying to have a dance with Alice. He couldn’t get his head straight after he saw her walk into the church. The dress was making him dizzy. The Garnet color was very bold. From behind it might look basic, but when she spins around, Vincent could only swallow hard or reach for his glass. He needed the liquid after catching a glimpse of her.

"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.