Dryad Dance Novels & Stories

"I know. But what other choice do we have? It will kill Alaric if I don't do what it wants." She replied to her wolf. "Very well, female wolf. I have just three questions. The male has a choice to let you answer, or he answers on his own." The Dryad turned to look at Alaric, who was already looking at Odessa. "Do you trust me?" she asked Alaric. "Yes," he replied without hesitation. Odessa returned her gaze to the Dryad. "Okay. Ask your question." "You have three seconds to answer each question. Each failed attempt will cause the branches to tighten around your companion, leading to suffocation and then death. If you are unable to answer all three, you shall die alongside him."

Stripped it away as if it had been doused in acid. 'We play the pipe, and the mortals dance...even God despairs.' "Be silent," Nathaniel hissed through gritted teeth, two of his nails snapping as they unconsciously clawed the wood. A splinter pierced his fingers, and crimson blood bubbled to the surface. When it fell, the mist swirled, clamouring for the bitter taste. "A heart once made of pure stone, now sees that life is Hell alone...but still the eyes refuse to see, the pain and woe coming to thee...'

They twisted their bodies to the song, bending their figures to tell of the mysterious women who, lore had it, ran with wolves and danced under the full moon. As the last note of the stanza rang out, Willow realized she had tears running down her face. It touched her deeply every year, but this year had hit a deeper, more profound chord. She clapped loudly with the rest of the crowd and turned, prepared to leave. Another group was coming down the road. That was odd, the dance was usually the last. Curious she turned to see, and her heart froze. They walked slowly up the middle of the street, pounding drums. Her heartbeat in time to the ominous beat. It sounded as if they were screaming "doom

Drake responded, his erection pushing up against Lydia’s thigh. “Oh shut up and fuck me,” Lydia cried out, wanting to feel Drake inside her. “As her highness wishes.” Drake responded, pushing his pants down and Lydia’s dress up, before burying himself inside her. Lydia let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion but her body had been ready for Drake and soon they were dancing an all too familiar dance. “Wow,” Lydia responded breathlessly after Drake came inside her, “That never gets old.” “No it doesn’t,” Drake said just as breathlessly, although one of these days I will take the time to worship and devour every inch of your body.”

Then another. The druids began to raise their voices and the lights flickered longer and longer until finally the clearing was filled with fluttering faeries. They flitted from stone to stone as though they were curious where they were until they all began to gather within the circle. There was no organization to the creatures. They fluttered and hovered like humming birds of all different sizes but no bigger than a rosebud. They glowed like starlight and left sparkling trails as they danced about the clearing and the stones. There was no counting them or seeing exactly what they looked like. Once and while as the song progressed they would hover just long enough to see a body with wings and

Their garments flowed like whispers of wind, and as the music deepened, their bodies began to move — slow, deliberate, mesmerizing. Their dance was unlike anything I had ever seen. Each motion told a story — fierce yet tender, sorrowful yet proud. I could not name what it meant, but I felt it… in my bones, in the pull of something ancient stirring beneath my skin. Cassidy leaned closer, her voice low and reverent. “It is the Dance of the Wolf,” she said. “A tradition older than the pack itself. It speaks of freedom… of unity… of surrendering one’s spirit to the moon.”