Graveyard Dance Novels & Stories

Until we meet again, sweet girl, I hope you're dancing with the angles. END OF BOOK ONE

She just wanted to dance and have fun. She ordered a drink and started dancing as soon as she heard the music boomed on the speaker. People flooded the dance floor and she went with them. She wants to dance all night and forget about the world. The world doesn’t give her anything anyway but pain. She must have been dancing for a full hour when she felt thirsty, so she went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man tried to approach her but she was quick to stiffen her neck. She finished her drink as fast as she could and went back to dancing. She was really enjoying the music when she felt someone hold her hips. She tried to ignore it and move a bit so they wouldn't be touching but he moved clos

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

Gerald smiled. “I warned you not to drink so much,” he murmured. Myriam burst into laughter and, with swift fingers, synced her playlist via Bluetooth. She selected Last Dance, sung by Lucy Grau. “We’ll start with something gentle,” she whispered, extending her hands to him. Gerald stood. With one hand, he circled her waist; with the other, he intertwined his fingers with hers. Myriam breathed in his masculine scent, her legs trembling beneath her. She rested her hand on his shoulder and guided him in slow, gentle steps.

The witch knew the fog was created by the restless ghosts that populated the old boneyard but continued on despite her strong revulsion of all spirits. Quietly, so as not to alert the zombie, Mr. McLowry, who made his home in one of the large mausoleums inside to her presence, Mrs. Belfry entered through the gates and down the trail to the right. Some of the grave markers within the cemetery date back to as far as the 1300’s, broken and decayed, the markings on their surfaces barely discernible now. Mrs. Belfry carefully stepped around the stones, taking the path toward the tomb that was located at the rear of the grounds.

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

’ He nods, ‘Greyson’s picking a good fight song for you guys. Hopefully it’ll give you something to work with.’ He hears her laugh, and she spins her staff as she waits. His grandfather rolls his shoulders and Celine tilts her head at him. Makeba by Belle Sisoski comes on, it takes a moment to get going but it’s loud and even has George tapping his foot along with it. The crowd whoops and he can see people starting to dance in the stands. He smiles, and looks back at Greyson,

Fortunately, I was well-prepared. The elders in the village rushed forward immediately, subduing them and imprisoning them in the cellar. They cried for help, but no one responded. Ethan regained his appearance and identity, taking control of the Glory Pack again. However, he was smarter this time. The first thing he did was to beat Leo and Serafina to death with a wooden stick soaked in wolf venom. Even so, he was still not at ease. He invited another dark wizard to dismember their corpses into eight pieces, placed them in different coffins, and buried them in eight different positions so that they could never come back to life.

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

Timing was everything and they were almost done setting up the tables. Food platters were on the tables lining the living room wall and a makeshift bar was already operational. Fairy lights were everywhere and I had to admit that Jessica had outdone herself. “You look beautiful,” I said as we stepped inside. “I thought I was dressing for a party,” she said. “It’s a party now,” I said and turned her around as music started playing. Kiran gave us one full dance before he tapped me on the shoulder as the next song started and I stepped back and danced with Adara. This was the pack’s acceptance and we would dance with everyone in the order of their rank.