Reaper Dance Novels & Stories

Aunt Gacia stated with a warm smile. "I trust you are ready for this Nyx" Narek muttered and I nodded. "Are you ready for this Claire?" I asked Claire in return. "Born ready" she answered and I beamed. "Let's get this over with then" I muttered and slowly stepped on the the rock. Gently, I began to sway my body to the dance of the moon while everyone watched on in anticipation. The moon increased its glow and by the time I had finished dancing, the moonlight was directed just over the rock I was standing on.

There is no question. "Miles," she whispers, and the way she says my name is like a prayer. "Can you not dance with me?" She pulls me up. I laugh out loud. "Who said I cannot?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist as I entwine my fingers with hers. We sway to a slow music which I cannot even see the player. Everything feels perfect and surreal. Rhea places her head on my chest as we dance. "Why did you choose Yuri for the games?" I ask.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

“I think your people would love to see you dance.” My eyes locked onto his, daring him. He stared back, clearly suspicious now, like he could sense trouble approaching and didn’t like it one bit. I stepped closer to the fire and began to move with the rhythm of the drums—slow at first, easy, letting the music guide me. Almost instantly, cheers erupted around us. Laughter, clapping, voices lifting with excitement. I turned and found myself standing right in front of Raiden again. “I believe many of you would love to see His Royal Majesty dance!” I called out.

where she usually danced, laughing as she twirled into her arms and Sebestian would. fall over dramatically, bringing the smaller girl with him but caging her so she didn't. get hurt and they would lie on the hard floor and laugh and laugh until Alexandra decided they should be serious about it and then they'd get into position again only for Sebestian to do the exact same thing again. Sebestian studied the human's dancing. Alexandra dancing had gotten wilder, a type of contemporary ballet that didn't follow a perfect flow but still... his body was so

“Reaper, baby!” A high-pitched, feminine voice filled the space. My head snapped up. The front door opened again, and a woman rushed in. From behind, she looked stunning. Tall, with endless legs showcased by tiny denim shorts and heels that clicked loudly on the concrete floor. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves. She made a beeline for the bar, Milght toward Reaper. I watched, frozen, as she came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his back. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

Fighting the pain emanating from my ribs, I bite onto my lower lip to distract myself from crying, but the vampires cheer, taking my action as teasing. I reach for the button of my shirt, undo it and let the fabric slowly slide off my shoulders. I will do anything to avoid further punishment from the Count, even if it means standing before a crowd completely naked. My eyes take in the demonic faces as I slip off the strap of my bra. Before I can reach for the other strap, Count Vladimir jumps up from his seat and stomps towards the stage. My eyes widen in shock, but I don't dare to stop dancing. My body continues to move and bend in seductive poses as the vampire leaps onto the stage. Vladim

" You owe me a kiss if I do_ " " Raejay_ " It was too late, Raejay had began dancing. He held his waist, shoved out his bum to a side and began wiggling it shamelessly. He was indeed dancing like Shakira. Everyone was stunned, Including the big devil. A certain husband looked on jealously at the little brat trying his best to steal his wife away. And what pissed him off was Cinderella seemed to like it a lot. Raejay circled her, syncing his shoulders as well as his waist in a dance. Cinderella liked the shoulder dance. Her humorous laughter echoed loudly, accompanied by her excited clap.

She finished with a dramatic coupé jeté, leaping into the air and landing with a light grounded presence. If Leah's performance was good, Maya's was breathtaking. It was clear that she had spent years honing her technical prowess, a fact not surprising for the lycan beast she was. "Ire, show us what you got." Ire stepped into the light, her energy infectious. She started with a series of chassés, gliding across the dance hall with a sense of freedom. Incorporating contemporary elements, she performed a floor roll before transitioning into a series of pirouettes, adding playful arm movements that reflect her friendly personality. She ended her performance with a dramatic saut de chat, leaping