Reaper Dance Novels & Stories

That Disc Jockey knows his stuff. The cheer is a roar, and it is a combination of hollering and lip-synching. Soon the party is alive again. Abe leaps out of his seat, startling Ahmed wide awake. He bounds into the quickly converging crowd and screams "Gimme space, make I no kill person!" then he does that swaying dance he does, with his knees bent in a crouching stance, his arms moving as if he's rocking some big Madam's hip.

Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge. Catherine changed her dancing style into krump to provoke Tristan and she saw him smirk. Tristan started dancing his style was that of flowy and lock type of dance. The ballet dancers eased up and started having fun. Lyra was at the back as she had only done ballet and contemporary. The music changed into “Turn down for what” and almost everyone cheered.

"Please meet Jonah, he will be teaching you the dance." "Hello Luna." "Emily will do just fine, thank you. Nice to meet you," Emily said, and Jonah nodded in response. "Jonah will explain the basic things you need to know about the dance and what you are to do before teaching you the actual dance," Rai said. Emily noticed a small stereo on the floor next to Jonah, while Nate went to Rai's side to help put the email together. "Alright then, the dance is more of a sacrifice, a ritual to appease the Goddess," Jonah explained.

I refuse to become attracted to a female. "I'm a reaper, I don't feel for anyone or anything, I'm neutral in all things," I growl low and drain the glass, repeating the reaper oath in my mind. I slammed the glass down on the table and headed to my bedroom to shower and change. I glanced at the clock in my room as I towel dried my hair. It was still early, only eight in the morning. I wonder if I could see Ayira. I'm sure the coroner was already there retrieving her sister's body. Probably not a good time to visit, I thought and decided to only observe the residence. I dressed like I always do, black suit, black leather shoes. I straightened my tie, grabbed my black fedora and headed back out

“You? A ghost lap dance? Oh, I need details.” “No, you don’t,” I muttered. “Oh yes, I do. But first things first...” he straightened, eyes gleaming mischievously. “I am teaching you how to dance.” “I am not in the mood,” I said. “Hell no,” he said firmly, pointing at me. “Up. On your ghostly feet. We are fixing that tragic energy right now.” I sighed but stood anyway, floating awkwardly above the carpet. Adrian clapped his hands and some old swing tune started playing from nowhere ... literal ghost music, echoing faintly through the air.

I heard Kaileeh whisper. “You have to be cute.” Scarlett finally answered. Sage was next. “Give a lap dance to the person next to you.” She looked between Alyx and Rian, who were both beside her, as if debating. “I need some music,” she said. I grabbed my phone and turned on Pandora. ‘Sexy Back’ by Justin Timberlake played. She drug Rian to one of the couches and began to dance on him while everyone whooped and hollered. She danced until the song went off, which was only about a minute, and they rejoined the circle. Mason went next.

It was so good to see a nice and kind hearted person in Aiden’s group. “Girls and guys… Let’s dance now” Ryan’s timing was so perfect to announce the commencement of the dance. “You should go now…” Dylan said. I nodded immediately and furtively made my way out of the dance floor. I walked to the side of the hall and waited there, while everyone started showing off their moves on the famous 70s song, Hot Stuff by Donna Summer.

After three, or was it four, drinks, Ren says, “You're trying to get laid, huh?” “I already told you, dumbass.” To me, she says, “Let's dance.” Any protest dies on my tongue as she drags me to the stage, where the sweaty bodies are writhing. “Let's let loose tonight, babe.” I giggle as we find a spot on the stage. I'm buzzed. The DJ picks the perfect tune, “Something Big” by Davy C. I'm feeling myself as we grind against each other. I let loose, dancing sensually to the music. My hips move in circular motions before moving up and down.

“Not tonight.” “Watch me.” Reaper’s smile widened. “Good,” he whispered. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He snapped his fingers. His men surged forward. And the hallway became hell. The hallway became a choke point of violence. Reaper’s men surged forward in a tight formation — rifles up, boots pounding, masks blank and emotionless. They didn’t shout. They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t break formation. They moved like a machine. I met them head‑on.

And I smiled even wider, as Reese’s eyes sparkled with delight as she matched my steps. “Dance like nobody’s watching. Just us and the stars.” She smiled as she swayed to the music, her laughter blending with the melodies that surrounded us. As the moon cast its shimmering light upon a dancing Reese, I found myself in a moment of pure enchantment. The rhythm of the crashing waves matched the beating of my heart as she moved in perfect harmony.