Reaper Dance Novels & Stories

Across their foreheads laid one thick white stripe parallel to the line beneath their eyes. I moved Raya back as the drum circle began. Their steady beat commenced the dance. A few seconds later, Yash's chants accompanied the steady rhythm. The dance started with their feet stomping to the beat of the drums harshly on the ground. Eventually, they would lift their hands to the moon and then back down in front of them. The second their hands came down, they grabbed the fire before them.

They danced to music that was a wild, joyful mix of electronic ship rhythms and the organic melodies of the Harmony. Leo found himself dancing with an old woman whose eyes sparkled with a youth her body didn't reflect. "I dreamed of this," she shouted over the music. "In the sleep, I dreamed of noise. Real noise! Not the hum of engines, but the mess of people. Thank you for the mess!" Arin was surrounded by a group of children, who were fascinated by the faint, silvery scars on his arms, the last physical traces of his life as a Reaper. "Did a monster do that?" a brave little boy asked.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Reaper pushed me off of him, his face bleeding and I wanted to unsee the visual before my eyes. Reaper is the most practical one of my men. He knew what to say, whether right or wrong, it just turned out to be the truth. "You can't get enough of the truth, huh?" he asks giggling. "I said you should shut up," I order. I was going to end up with a heart attack if I couldn't control my breathing, and the earth beneath my feet seemed to be shaking. "I will be downstairs if you need me," Reaper says turning to leave.

They left their footsteps in the sand and walked back to the motorbike. The Papak dance was more like a musical drama of an ancient battle of the gods. It was performed by a circle of around 150 performers, percussively chanting "Pak ... pak ..." and moving their hands and arms in the air. The chant was captivating and the energy surrounding the whole performance was intense, they were almost in a trance and she couldn't take herself out of the experience. She loved it so much, no matter how many times she'd seen it, it was a different experience every time.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

| {Beauty is skin-deep but not you} {I had to get under your skin just to see the real you} {In your face in your hair up the wall} {You scratched my itch but I didn’t scratch yours} {I went straight for the chalkboard} {I was ten nails in} {You still wouldn’t scream} {Irritation, aggravation, commiseration} {How my misery loved your company.} | Our impromptu performance repels the Ravens. We’re the last two reapers left. The only ones standing between the immortal army and an apocalyptic buffet.

“One more drink and then we dance!” Another hour and a few drinks later, and I’m shaking my groove thang on the dance floor. Daphne and Viviana are giggling with me. Even Rina seems like a nicer person now. Daphne skips- the girl is literally skipping in high heels- over to Renz. He and Lucas are sitting at a table next to the dance floor, sulking like two kids in the timeout corner. “Renz! Dance with me!” Daphne doesn’t even give him a chance to answer. She drags his giant body onto the dance floor.

Walking toward my husband, Closer by Nine Inch Nails fills the room, and I begin. I’ve never given a lap dance before or witnessed one at a strip club. I have watched several shows containing them, so I harness my inner goddess and begin. I sway my hips slowly from side to side then forward and back, side to side and forward and back again. I bend at the waist, keeping my legs straight, and slap the floor between my feet. I look to Carson between my legs. Slowly, I slide my hands up my legs as I return to a standing position.