Graveyard Dance Novels & Stories

“This isn’t your fight.” “Everything is my fight when it involves you,” he replied smoothly, pushing off the wall. The shadows around him shifted ,alive with his dark power. “And I couldn’t let you ruin all the fun by getting rid of the good doctor here.” I glanced at Dr. Morrow. She was looking at me now, her eyes wide with fear “You don’t have to do this,” she said quickly. “I can help you. You don’t know what the GHC has been hiding—”

But I wasn’t about to wait for this cesspool of a show to dictate my steps any longer. I pushed open the iron door to the rooftop, pulling out the portable speaker I had prepared in advance. Setting up my phone, I opened my live-streaming app. "Hello, everyone," I began, my voice steady as rain drizzled around me. "I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.”

I sold the only ring Mom had left me for cash and headed to the abandoned slaughterhouse, just like they'd instructed. The place had been empty for years, its walls smeared with blood and rust, making it look more like a sacrificial altar. The second I walked in, the sharp, iron stench of blood hit me hard. Carly stood there, clutching White Fang. A silver chain dug into his neck, and his paws dangled in the air as he struggled desperately. Yet, she held him tight, like some stolen prize, while he let out weak, whimpering cries. She lifted his chin with her nail and murmured, "Soon, he won't even remember you."

Before chanting a spell, “ Hopirium !” The concrete floor that was covering the grave immediately hopped off like it was made of rubber instead of concrete and then Levy with her eyes turned to the side walked closer to the grave, she did not want to see anything that she did not wish to see but maybe it was just her luck—— but she felt her foot slip a second later and then she was skidding inside the grave pit, startled and afraid that she will fall right on top of the grave, she raised her hands and stopped herself from smashing right on top of the grave but even then she ended up knocking the lid of the coffin off.

My heart did a little shuffle in my chest when I remembered my plan of staying behind in the Fae world after we got Luna the help she needed. My thoughts fizzled back to reality by the upbeat music. The club was electric. Undead creatures were whining and grinding against whatever undead thing was closest to them. Their feet moved to the crazy beat as they worshipped the music. "This is like a scene from that Patrick Swayze movie," I scoffed as I noticed a slender looking ghoul moving artistically in her tattered silver dress. "This is like the real Dirty Dancing," Dimitri added as we continued to watch the lady-ghoul shoving her lower half on the crotch of a male-ghoul whose hips were also

A young man is dancing alone in the middle of the packed dancefloor of a rave club. The flashing lights and lasers could easily induce an epileptic seizure. He is clearly having the time of his life, his eyes are closed as he reaches into the air and screams at the top of his lungs to the beat of the song that is playing. As he opens his eyes he catches a familiar figure from all the way across the floor. He immediately goes silent and a look of fear comes across his face. He immediately dashes across the dancefloor to the back of the club looking for an exit, he looks behind him to see if anyone has followed, his heart is beating frantically in his chest, he opens a fire escape and runs acr

Crystal said, “What if she’s some sort of undead?” “I don’t know...” Walker shook his head, “Get back to Dante as soon as possible. They’re going to start the dance soon.” The dance—almost like an insane version of musical chairs. A person danced and danced with different people for a duration of a song—typically about five minutes—and then, somehow, whoever they’re standing in front of when the song ends is who their mate is. “It’s almost time..” Walker whispered as Jadis and a few of the other witches zeroed in on the elders who were still seated and emotionless at their table on the stage—none of them masked, but they were in their gaudy robes.

André was there for him then and now, how lucky he was, knowing that henceforward his life would always be filled with joy. ------------------------------------------ "Bryson, listen...there's this club we have to try, it's called ‘Diamante’ they have the best singers, dancers, both male and female strippers, we should definitely try it and see how it goes…they’re even offering a 10% discount for first-time guests". Said Seth as he was scrolling through his phone. "I am in no time to be going to clubs, I’m extremely busy, besides this company can’t run itself…moreover how the heck did you even find such a place"? asked Bryson as he continued typing on his computer.

Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe. He did all that just to celebrate the birthday of his 'late' daughter. The twisted part was that the Hawkins family had chosen the same day of all days to 'bury' me. There was Alfred, caught on camera, weeping uncontrollably over my coffin. Word on the street was that ever since Ruby and I were gone, he had not even had a drop to drink. The only thing keeping him alive was the nutritional shots John gave him, whether he liked it or not.