Shikigami Dance Novels & Stories

He watched her, wanting her, longing for her. Sakura closed her eyes, torn. What should she do? Conrad surprised her by pulling her into his arms and started laughing. “Come on, Sakura. Dance with me.” Before she knew anything, Tristan got her by the other arm and chuckled. “You’re dancing with me, sweetheart.” “Oi!” Conrad snapped. “I got the first dance. Isn’t that right, Sakura?” She managed to give him a small smile, though her head was spinning. “How about we all dance together?” she suggested weakly.

A romantic song wafted in the air. In a rare show of boldness, Leigh took Adam’s arms and wrapped them around her waist. Then, she looped her arms around his neck. Rocky, who was watching them, gritted his teeth. He pulled Regina to the dancefloor and positioned their bodies close to Leigh and Adam swaying softly to the slow beat. Regina had been waiting for this moment. She clung to Rocky’s neck and let him guide her to the dance. He was an expert dancer. Regina pressed her lower body to Rocky’s and swayed her hips from side to side, intending to waken his ar*usal.

I glanced around, seeking some sort of distraction, but my gaze kept drifting back to the center of the room, where Ronan and Joan moved together like two halves of a perfect whole. The DJ had put on the music prepared for the mate dance. In Silver Lake, this dance was first danced by the Alpha and his mated Luna. Then others can join in with hope to find a bond like that of the Alpha and his Luna, or strengthen their bond just like the alpha and the luna.

Wearing a short butterfly-cut dress, Nishma stood before him as the different colors of light illuminated and contrasted other shades of Obsessiveness. Nishma's eyes stared deeply into his eyes as his mouth went dry and he took two steps closer to her. Suddenly lights dimed and musical instruments played and everything turned too sensuous. "Dance of Love: Tango" Chase's thought and Nishma's lips curved slightly. He closed the distance and made a firm hold on her bare skin. A low center of gravity and an emphasis on Contra Body movement changed the tunes of their heartbeats. [Song :-~"I feel so close to you right now,

I whispered urgently. Mark nodded hesitantly, and I could see the uncertainty in his expression. But I knew that this was the only way to get through to Shraf. As the music began to play, I took a deep breath and started to dance with Mark. My hips swayed seductively to the rhythm, my eyes locked on Shraf's intense gaze. Mark followed my lead, his hands gently resting on my waist.

He was dancing with him. For a few tight, gasping seconds, the forbidden closeness of it was intoxicating. The openness of the act heightened the secrecy of the bond a hundredfold, made it more dangerous, more thrilling. They were hiding in plain sight, their secret cry in the air between them, camouflaged in the ritual of the dance. Davidson's first resistance gave way, to be followed by a blinding, freezing surrender. He was complying. And he wanted to comply. It lasted only for a minute or more. A spin around a small patch of parquet floor. Yet in that minute, they shared a lifetime of suppressed wish and unsaid reality.

I can see Mack getting emotional as he watches us all perform, and feel a touch of pity for him as he doesn’t know what’s coming. Sure enough, as Koro calls to repeat the haka, “Tika tonu! Tika tonu!” and Sidnie adopts the wide eyes and trembling hand gestures of the women and calls back, “U-e!” Indeed! and begins performing the dance, Mack’s emotion spills over, and he has to stare hard at the ground, fighting for control. Emotional herself, Sidnie doesn’t stop but touches his arm, encouraging him, and after a few seconds he finally joins in too, copying our movements as he says the words. He locks eyes with me—he knows I set this up—and for a moment time slips away, and we could be any two

engaging in something else entirely. The man and woman's figures intertwined, and the sight was so shocking that my body, to my horror, had a reaction. Abigail looked at me eagerly, calling out, "Joan, come on. Join us for a group dance..."

"Scarlett has already proven her worth, Elara. She does not need to entertain your doubts." "Then let us follow the old ways," Elara challenged, a cold smile touching her lips. "The Dance of the Moon and Shadow. If she can hold the floor with you, My King, then the Southern Pack will acknowledge her. If not... then she is merely a guest, and guests eventually leave." The hall erupted in low barks of agreement. It was a trap. The Dance was a high-speed, predatory ritual where the Lycan’s strength and the mate’s agility were tested to the limit. For a human, it was often a death sentence of broken bones.

Just because they were divorced, could she now throw all decency out the window? Thiago observed his woman, her slender waist and beautiful legs peeking out from under the red dress, his eyes ablaze with fury. Tango, after all, was a dance filled with ambiguity. Kira's expression was passionate and provocative, her gaze filled with defiance, playing a game of cat and mouse with the male dancer. The music, reached one crescendo after another. Kira twined herself around the man like a vine, her slim arms encircling his waist. Her captivating eyes, were fixed on Thiago in the crowd.