Graveyard Dance Novels & Stories

she says I hear one of the groups going through a song and my head slightly bobs to the song listening to the tune and grimacing when I hear 3 wrong notes until they are done. "Are you done?" Death asks "Done with what?" My eyebrows furrow "Well all I was hearing was 'Wrong note, a wrong note, wrong note'," he says "If you would get out of my head, you wouldn't, smart ass," I tell him "I didn't know you like music," Demeter turns to me, bringing all the Goddess' attention to me "You met me like 40 minutes ago," I roll my eyes jokingly "So?" She asks with a giggle a chuckle leaves my lips, "I'm majoring in music while in college,"

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.

Lydia yelled while grabbing our hands and pulling us over to the dance floor. We began dancing like mad ones, not caring about anything in our drunken state moving our bodies, shaking our hips in a sexy way attracting every single man on the dance floor. The music is all nineteen nineties but we're dancing like it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. We're all grins, we look like idiots and we don't care. Inside we're just happy, happy, and more alive than we can ever be. I feel the part of me that's really me comes out to play, to feel the vibe of the music, and let my body go free. I notice a blonde guy moving closer towards Lydia from her behind while dancing and m

He anticipated this move and awaited his opponent's next move with eagerness. Therefore, he didn't rush, instead maintaining a steady pace as he trailed the figure. It darted swiftly, leading Adrian to a sprawling graveyard. Adrian halted, surveying the scene. It was an ancient, abandoned cemetery, its graves appearing to have stood for centuries. The figure now stood amid the graves, emitting a sinister laugh. "Kid, do you realize the gravest mistake of your life? It's following me here!" he taunted Adrian, his voice laced with mockery.

Each soul seemed to wail and struggle as it was pulled free, their ethereal forms twisting and contorting in torment. As the last of the trapped souls left the crystal, a profound silence fell over the graveyard, broken only by the distant cries of night birds. Dagon's figure loomed in the darkness, the roiling energy from the crystal now swirling around him like a malevolent storm. With a chilling certainty, he turned his attention to the still forms of the surrounding graves.

Jayden growled. Gage pulled out a dagger, and held it above his head, chanting something in his own language. He closed his eyes and made a small cut on Jade’s hand, and did the same to Jayden’s. Wiping their blood on the door, forced it to close. Gage chanted again. “And it's done, no one can open this tomb,” he said. “Now we have an agreement, stay away from us,” Gage said before disappearing. Jayden stood there a long minute before disappearing into the darkness. Garrett stood there. Touching the tomb, “I really hope I see you again Jade,” he said before leaving. No really one knew if she'd be back.

"Do it!" I hurl it into the Bloom's heart. The explosion is silent, brilliant. The lattice shatters, echoes disintegrating. Lira shrieks, her scales peeling. "You'll doom us all!" The ground collapses. The Bloom's roots drag us down. --- **The Garden of Graves** We land in a cemetery of timelines. Tombstones stretch endlessly, each marked with a name I know: **EDEN. VEYRA. KAEL. HUNTER.** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns.

Daniel was right when he said you still give the best for me even if it means until your last breath. As my eyes remained staring at the paper I am holding, a sudden familiar melody started to play from the background. Since the dvd player was just infront of me, it was easy for me to look up on it. There, a very familiar song started to play. It was the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost". Just perfect for someone who is reminiscing. The playlist is starting from the beginning again probably because it already ended. I wonder how many times had this been repeating since it only contains seven songs that seems to only last for thirty minutes or more, but less than an hour.

Already rocking in sync with the tune, the grinder began to dance. The crowd clapped along to the rhythm. The fellow came closer, his body managing a mad jig badly at odds with the beat of the music he played. Kathy backed away when she saw the exhaustion on the man’s face. Sweat was pouring down his scalp and over his eyes, probably all but blinding him as he continued his performance. Looking around, Kathy saw some members of his audience begin to mimic his movements, dancing close enough to drop a coin into the little container fixed to the top of the organ. The grinder danced more wildly with each donation. His extra effort brought Kathy’s attention to the soles threatening to tear loose

But I refuse to let their preconceptions define my journey. “You dance, and we’ll dance,” says Theo, not sounding entirely convinced. He does something on his phone, and the music begins. It’s a pulsating bass that reverberates through the room. Mark, Danny, and Theo begin to dance with an effortless grace, their bodies interpreting the rhythm with precision and power. Each step, and each gesture, is a testament to their years of dedication and experience. They seem to belong to this world, like a well-worn groove in a vinyl record.