Demonic Dances Novels & Stories

Ash lounged beside me on the raised platform overlooking the space, his posture relaxed, one arm resting along the back of my chair as if this were the most natural arrangement in the world. Below us, the first demons stepped forward. They began with fire. Not simple flames passed between hands the way traveling entertainers might perform on the surface. These demons shaped fire like sculptors working molten glass. One of them flicked his wrist and a narrow ribbon of flame uncoiled upward through the air, twisting into a spiraling helix before splitting into two separate streams that wound around each other like living things. Another demon inhaled deeply before exhaling a slow breath of spa

Damien was staring without blinking, and the happiness he saw on my face made him smile too. He can’t wait for working hours to be over so we can talk. Three minutes into the dance, I encircled my legs and raised my arms up, revealing the movements of my waist and I whined it so easily. The room became heated and Damien started sweating, but only he. He adjusted his seat and couldn’t blink as he stared. I jumped so softly, and when I landed back on the ground, I threw my head sideways, making my hair flow with the air, then I pushed out my chest and wriggled my boobs, making them shake.

With a deep breath, I released a surge of demonic energy to cremate her, a ritualistic farewell to the fallen. The moment the demonic energy surged, an immense pressure gripped me from within. Pain coursed through my veins, and I couldn't contain the scream that tore from my throat. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead as I grappled with the overwhelming force. Teeth clenched, I desperately tried to pull the unleashed energy back, to regain control.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Father Reth let out a mighty roar. Despite the electric net entrapping the demonic figure, it struggled fiercely, each attempt accompanied by a powerful force. Val sensed the demonic figure's formidable strength, making her somewhat anxious. Dealing with the creature swiftly was imperative. Otherwise, she might not endure for long. In the next moment, Val began a dance under an unparalleled divine aura akin to a celestial maiden of the moon. It was an extraordinarily enchanting dance that would captivate anyone who beheld it.

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing. "I want to dance with you," I yelled and we found our way to the center of the dance floor, where bodies writhed and moved harmoniously. The music coursed through our veins, compelling us to sway, twist, and grind together. With every beat, Damon and I became entangled in a passionate dance, where our bodies communicated a language that transcended words. As our fervour reached its zenith, Damon's grip tightened around my waist. He pulled me discreetly to the edge of the pulsating chaos, his touch melting my inhibitions. In the hidden alcove, away from prying eyes, our breaths mingled in the charged air.

I ask for two shots of tequila and three slices of lemon, drink it fast, and go on to the dance floor. Surrounded by many creatures like sirens, minotaurs, futanari, incubus, elves, and many others; everyone is dancing like there is no one watching; kissing strangers just because you feel like kissing; here you won’t hear someone saying no to sex. I dance my heart out, enjoying myself as much as I can, when an incubus approaches me, with his strong, muscular body, immense wings, and horns on red fire. Dancing behind my back, holding me by my middle, I touch his powerful hands and feel them burning. That is the case when an incubus has a really strong desire for someone.

They were stunned to see a large group of people dressed in colorful clothes and performing a very creepy dance about seven or eight meters ahead of them. “It’s them!” Tyr’s emotions erupted at the sight of those folks in the Temple. He was very familiar with these people. They were the same group of weirdos he saw at the Mount of Terror. Those weirdos were dancing merrily and vibrantly in the Temple while mouthing a recitation of magical spells. Everything was shrouded in creepiness, and they appeared to be the legendary ghosts and demons.