Demonic Dances Novels & Stories

“You can stand aside and watch as they practice. When they're done we move to your first lesson.” I stood close to the wall, leaning on it as I watched Seb and his partner moved gracefully. I was in awe as they twisted their bodies. They danced conducting rituals to the Goddess using fire, a white and red linen and a wooden bowl. It was fascinating as I've never seen such moves before but I was also unnerved. The dances involved dangerous rituals which could hurt both parties at the slightest mistake. When they were done, I wanted to clap and cheer for them, but Instructor Karl gave them an unimpressed look. He pointed out their mistakes and told them he expected better.

Through the haze, i spotted a silent figure, putting together bowls of dark liquid around me. I couldn't tell what was in the bowl, but it's content glistened under the dim candlelights. Symbols had been crafted in the ground, in something thick and red. My chest tightened as i knew what was coming next.The ritual of the naked dance, one meant to prepare me for my doom. And i clearly wasn’t ready for it, not now. Five bald people in black cloaks danced around me, humming softly. They were the path makers, preparing my body for the ritual of doom.

“So pure and this is your biggest strength” With this he made my face turn to the side allowing proper excess to my neck, everything felt numbs and unreal, and I stood there with a blur to my watery eyes. He placed his other hand on my neck and began chanting strange words. Then all the other boys present there bowed their heads and sat down on their knees. Is he going to do something evil with me??? Is he going to sacrifice me to the devil ??? Was he going to make a demon possess my body ??

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.

Even with their combined efforts, in Alfred's opinion, the two of them could not defeat the monster. Dior was ready to start speaking when she abruptly sensed another life force in her surroundings. The alarm bell started ringing louder and louder. She had the impression that someone was observing her. Dior shifted her gaze to the side. Tap. Tap. The demon was moving across the water's surface, using the pieces of the surrounding space as bridges to connect his feet. The demon's body was emitting a massive amount of the purplish demonic aura. With each stride he took, the purple aura swelled in size, and the entire domain flickered.

One had a multi-pronged whip at his belt. “I don’t like it here, Salem,” I hissed. “Can we please go?” “Not just yet.” Salem took me through a pair of doors into an auditorium. Women danced provocatively on the stage, using their wings to cover their private parts as mortal dancers might use feathers. Gripping my hand, Salem led me to an empty pair of seats. It was nearly a full house, and the audience was letting out jeers and wolf-whistles. I was surprised to see women in attendance as well as men. The dancers never revealed their most private parts, but they were always on the cusp of it. The more I watched, the more it struck me how difficult the dancing seemed.

I felt the centuries of his memory, the cool peace of the spirit world. It was a dance of the soul. He led me in a series of intricate, flowing turns that made the world feel like it was made of mist. “The moon is hungry, Raven,” his voice echoed in my head. “But you are the feast.” Finally, the drums returned—a heavy, pounding war beat. Merek stepped back too , and Jax stepped forward. Jax didn't dance with grace; he danced with intensity. He grabbed me, his hands possessive and rough, pulling me into his chest. It was a dance of the body—of the raw, carnal desire that the moon had amplified.

Damontry's body shivered from his warm breath on her face from his whisper, Sehun felt her body tremble in his hands, and began to move quietly, Damontry synchronized with him while carefully looking at her feet, careful not to run over his feet and embarrass herself. They continued dancing and swaying lightly with the soft notes, turning the piece into another medieval style so Sehun danced quickly to the rhythm and Damontry was terrified, not wanting to run over his foot, but he was fast in steps. "Damontree, look at me." He said in a dark tone, staring up at her face. "No, I can't... I have to follow your steps so I don't fall or run over your foot." She said the features of panic.

The air is thick with the scent of cheap liquor, roasted meat, and the musky pheromones of a hundred different bloodlines letting off steam before the winter drills. Damon keeps his arm locked securely around my waist, guiding me through the shifting, sweaty crowd as bodies part instinctively before his demonic aura. He pulls me toward the center of the dance floor, his large frame shielding me from the chaotic movement of the crowd as the music drops into a low beat that seems to vibrate directly through the soles of my shoes.

he tossed, as if using his power were as natural for him as breathing. Valens cried again as his other clawed hand pierced the flesh, staining his gray pants with dark red. I could barely breathe. My stomach churned, my body shuddering in terror. But the demonstration hadn't ended yet. This was Darcio's warmup before the grand finale. He drew a slow breath, his lips stretching into a demonic grin as he demanded, “Rip your heart out.”