Reaper Dancing Novels & Stories

“A little.” “Let’s sit for a moment,” Reagan guided her forward. “Hold my arm.” Rayna nodded in agreement. Seeing the closeness between his wife and his brother, Darius clenched his fists. The party grew livelier as Alpha–Luna pairs took turns dancing. Reagan turned to Rayna, his gaze deep. “Would you like to dance with me?” he asked, as if they were alone in the room. Rayna startled. “W-what?” “Dance,” Reagan repeated.

Her head turned to scan the crowd again, but this time her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had gone shallow. “Kai…” she growled, a clear warning. I just smiled, spinning her slowly so her ass pressed back against me for a moment, letting her feel exactly how hard I was. “One dance,” I reminded her innocently, even as my hand slid lower, squeezing her ass possessively. “I’m being good.” Rhea muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “I’m going to kill you,” but she didn’t pull away. The song changed to something slower and dirtier. I kept her close, flirting with my hands and my words while she tried and failed to stay professional.

Not yet. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. What if another reaper has her tonight? No, I told myself again. I shouldn’t interfere… But even as I said it, my body moved on its own. My hands reached for the car keys, my feet moved toward the door. Moments later, I found myself behind the wheel, heading back toward that bar like a man chasing a storm. As I pulled up, my suspicion was confirmed. Another reaper was already there—tall, cloaked, and walking toward the entrance with purpose.

AS WE GET TO THE dance floor, the beat changes and turns into something almost dangerous. If there are vampires here tonight, this is the song they’ll dance to, and since I’m a Mick St. John fan from way back, I consider this a good thing. I scan the crowd for men with pale faces as my body easily downshifts into the new rhythm. Teagan and I make our way to the center of the floor where we find a small pocket of space to get our groove on.

Ciara shook his hand and exclaimed in surprise as Cail gave her a firm handshake. Cail apologized afterward and they both laughed. He left her with throbbing palms. “He’ll be in charge of repairing Scott’s car. He regrets not welcoming you well,” Rai explained. The two of them then looked at the dancing couples. Then Rai extended his hand once again. “You wanna dance?” “Sure,” Ciara answered while welcoming Rai’s helping hand. Ciara loved to dance, and she loved dancing in a festive atmosphere, like tonight. Everyone moved in the same rhythm, although in different movements. They cheered every few seconds, clapping their hands and occasionally singing bits of the song in high-pitched, soft m

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

I flash him a brilliant grin, spin on my squeaking boot lifts, and bolt out the door. Behind me, Hilbert watches my retreating, chaotic figure, shaking his head with a helpless, entirely captivated sigh. --- Hilbert is taking a leisurely stroll. I am a Reaper fueled by the sheer terror of bankruptcy. I ditch the stairs entirely, scaling the three-story brick wall and diving straight through my open balcony window. Jacket off. Balloons violently yanked from my bra and kicked under the bed. Prosthetic wax scrubbed from my nose. Silk pajamas on.

This is my wedding afterall. Their dance steps are so fluid as if they practiced their choreography over a thousand times before my wedding. Flames dance around their feet, sometimes licking up their arms but never burning them. The spectacle is breathtaking. I feel like I am watching swimming bodies and they dance so beautifully. At some point, a few of them begin exhibiting acrobatic performances. They leap, spin, and tumble in different styles. “They are The Aekái. Dancers trained from birth," Azraelyrs says, noticing my attention that is completely drawn to them. His voice is so close to my ear and I turn slightly.

She didn't care anymore, she just wanted to relax and have fun as she hadn't done that in a long time. After about ten minutes of drinking non stop, she decided to join the rest on the dance floor. She walked in a zig zag manner as her head began to spill but that didn't stop her from reaching her destination. The wolves cleared up a little as they noticed her approaching since it was obvious that she was wasted. Rebecca began waving her hands in the air and swaying her butt here and there to the music and soon, everyone joined in her ridiculous but fun dance moves. Tyler was about heading upstairs to meet his mother when he noticed the bizarre movements of the wolves and he caught sight of

Not bad" is an exaggeration. I can’t believe I have never come across this place. Best way to relax. What dance do you think that is?” They both looked over at the man as he pretended to miss his step and raised his hand for one of the women to help him up. Celia laughed again and said “Oh, they know what he is doing. And they are allowing him. Oh, I wish life could be just that simple. The dance? I think salsa and a touch of their version of tango. I have never asked them. I enjoy it whenever I see them out here. They have gotten used to me, I would say” she beamed at Reyona as she added. "I could even say I am a part of the group at this point. Their silent admirer.”