Demon Dancing Novels & Stories

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

Avila wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she slid down the stripper pole for the fifth time that night. It was exhausting! The club was packed, and she could feel the eyes of the customers on her as she danced to the beat of the music. She tried to ignore the lewd comments and catcalls, focusing instead on the money that was being thrown at her feet. It was the only thing that made the job bearable and worth it. It was the only thing still pushing her to grind and rock her body on the tall pole - the money.

, I say the first line of Macbeth to the empty auditorium and then I look at her, she was smiling, the one that reach her eyes. "My dearest love, Duncan comes here-to-night?", I say looking at her. She stands up straight and holds her right hand in her left. "And when go hence?" I laugh and she does too. "Take my hand fair lady, that we may dance", I say giving her my hand and she places hers in my palm. "Why, of course, Sir". We laugh so hard and she sits on the stage. "This isn't as awkward as I thought it would be actually."

Why did she wear backless to the party? "Why is she dancing with him?" The demon said. "Why, are you jealous?" the angel teased. "No, not at all." said the demon. "Then why are you offended when she's dancing with others?" The angel asked. "Cause... cause... she's Mrs. Merchant. She's Mrs. Merchant for the world. She has to care about it, she has to care about image of our family." The demon said.

For anyone. We dance slowly, my body and his linked together, and I can’t get enough. I don’t know how long we dance for, how the time passes, because all I feel and see is him. My Atlas. He is the one to break away first and lead me through the other dancers—a mixture of shifters if I’m scenting them all right. Humans and demons too. We come out of the dance-floor to a bar packed with people, but they part for Atlas like he is their king. The bartender opens up the bar, and we walk through to a curtain covered archway in the middle of the drink stand and into a small, private room.

Low and hollow, a sound that had forgotten what it was supposed to be. Deimon stood at the edge of the room. Fists still locked at his sides, chest rising and falling in heavy, deliberate pulls, like a man counting his own breaths to stop himself from doing something that couldn't be undone. The candlelight caught the dark wine splattered across the tiles and turned it the deep colour of old blood. Broken glass glittered in pieces across the floor, catching the disco ball's dim light. Jabari straightened his jacket, and turned to face Deimon.

Hee hee, Bum chicki chicki chick. Dancing while waving his hips out, he did this for good few minutes and finally at the end, he did a moon walk, turn around and hand on his head mimicking a bow with hat. On the other side, when he started with his dance, ZouMi burst into uncontrollable laughter and even fell on the floor clutching her stomach. Tears rolling down her eyes, and she just couldn't stop laughing. The white face of hers, turned red from the loss of breath.

“The Winter Dance is the biggest event of the year – we can make an educated guess that the demon will show up there. Demons are drawn to violence, so all we can do is stage an act of violence and hope that our demon is, well, attracted to it.” I nodded, but something was nudging at me, right at the back of my mind. I was on the brink of a realisation, and I squinted out across the garden, into the darkness, trying to force it to come forth. Something wasn’t right. Something didn’t fit the pattern. But, try as I might, I couldn’t work out what it was.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

The demon lowered down until its red heels touched the floor. The camera suddenly straightened and even focused on Dorothy’s face. In split seconds, the lady was already behind her. Dorothy’s crying eyes widened when the demon clutched her shoulders. Her face wrinkled as the demon’s sharp nails pierced deep in her flesh. The demon leaned over her ear and we could only see her lips layered with deep red lipstick. “I want it all...” the demon whispered before licking Dorothy’s ear. It dragged her by the hair and slammed her hard on one of the chairs.