Dance Academy Christian Reed Novels & Stories

He was deceptively quick, his movements fluid and precise as he danced out of her reach. Christian, in his human form, didn't underestimate his opponent. He knew Mia was a formidable adversary. As she lunged at him, blades flashing, he moved with astonishing agility. With a quick step to the side, he narrowly avoided her first strike, the blade slicing through the air where he had been moments before. Their dance continued, a deadly waltz amidst the turmoil. Mia attacked with precision, her blades flashing like bolts of lightning, but Christian's reflexes were unmatched. He blocked, parried, and dodged with an almost supernatural grace, his movements fluid and controlled.

Cadence braced herself for the screaming and cursing to begin. “How you doin’, Christian?” the petite brunette asked. The last time Cadence had seen her was when she was working to reattach Hannah’s severed arm down the hall in this same building. She was good at putting people back together, Cadence was certain. But this wasn’t as much a Healer skill so much as a doctor’s work, and Cadence hoped she was just as good at that. “I’m fine,” Christian replied. “Ready to get the show on the road.”

Another second passes before she finally speaks. "In collaboration with a project currently underway, the Dreams of Sheol Academy of Dance and Asmodeus' School of Music have produced a ballet specifically for this occasion. It is the first completed work of many to come, directed by Madame Batiste. Please enjoy Rising Beyond the Light," she says to the crowd, who immediately clap but remain silent as the director; presumably Madame Batise, takes her spot.

The host announced. This time, it was Nicole and Max’s turn, who would be dancing the Waltz. “Look at the people from Sacred Heart Academy! They’re quite good!” “They really are!” After their performance, it was then Hugo and Carissa’s turn to dance the Rumba. “Hmmm.. for some reason, the performance looks weak..” “Yeah.. like the guy especially has no strength to support his partner.” They still looked at Trinity Institute first before moving their attention to the other performers.

"This is our plan." Cedric unfolded it carefully. Inside was a child’s sketch of Arla-Rosa, smiling with the twins at her side, under a banner that read You Are Our Hero. There was a tiny version of him too, scribbled in at the edge. "We want to rehearse a dance," Cassian said. "Celeste choreographed it. I will recite a poem. Daddy, you just stand there and look proud."

Before I could answer, Christian’s voice cut through. “There you are.” He slipped his hand around mine, pulling me gently but firmly. “Come on, dance with me.” I let him lead me away, my heart pounding. Jeremy’s expression twisted into rage, his fists clenching at his sides. On the dance floor, Christian spun me into his arms, his smile easy and carefree. I tried to match it, laughing lightly as we swayed to the music. For a moment, it was almost perfect. Almost. But no matter how hard I tried, my gaze kept drifting back. Jeremy had found another partner—a tall brunette with a shimmering red dress. He held her close, his hand pressing firmly against her waist, his movements sharp and possess

I danced with Connor, then Marcus, then about fifteen young pack members who shyly asked their Luna for a dance. Christian danced with Diana, Victoria, and several older she-wolves who scolded him about working too hard. Hours passed. The music varied from fast songs that had kids spinning wildly to slow ballads that brought couples close. During a break, a group of teenagers surrounded us. “Tell us how you met!” a girl named Ashley demanded. “Oh boy,” Christian muttered. “Well,” I said, grinning wickedly. “I showed up at Shadow Ridge having no idea what I was getting into. And Christian was the most intimidating, cold, unfriendly—”

While the live music has yet to start, the music piped through their audio system is mellow and romantic and while there is not a proper dance floor, some couples sway where they stand. I sip my cappuccino and enjoy the conversation with my new friends for the next few minutes, then my attention is drawn to the stage as I hear a clear baritone voice resounding “Good evening everyone! How are we all doing this evening?” He pauses briefly and I can't help but applaud with the rest, a few people whistle and I swear a girl just behind me just said something rather explicit for which I can’t blame her. “In case you don’t know me yet, as I see some new faces in the audience I am Aldo Reed and I w

Rose exclaimed and turned her wheelchair where the lovely couple was dancing. *** The hall echoed with the song A THOUSAND YEARS by Christina Perri. Mishka, with much hesitation, put her palm on his shoulder, and Christian placed his hand on either side of her waist. They started dancing, and their dance movements were graceful and in perfect sync. Christian brought Mishka close to him and dipped his face in the crook of her neck. “Why did you bring Vera to the church?” He asked, his voice gruff. “Because she is your mother,” Mishka whispered.

Daniel jumps to his feet followed by Christian. We move towards the center of the dance floor. I want to get lost in the sea of bodies, just one in a hundred just moving to the beat without a care in the world. Alex, eyes Christian and I can tell she wants to dance with him so I shove her his way and give her a wink. Dancing with Daniel will be fun since there is no pressure and no way he is attracted to me. Christian scans Alex with his eyes, clearly liking what he sees and loops his arm around her small waist causing her to get closer to him. I turn to Daniel, and give him a smile. I am about to ask if he will dance with me when he grabs my hand and twirls me around putting my back to his