Deltarune Dance Novels & Stories

That afternoon, Eluna and Aryn found the adult wolves near the boundary—patrolling silently. Eluna quietly asked Aryn: “Will the rune do it?” Aryn gently shook her head. Aryn: “It will need tending—and togetherness.” Eluna nodded, fingers brushing the runic scar. At dusk, Elara lit the first weekly "Unity Pyre"—a grandfather fire near the hearth, inviting all. Songs and dances ensued. Horde pieces of Bear Clan drums mixed with shifter chants and human flute. Eluna and Lerder danced—silver cloaks swirling.

My friend told me. I eat the bananas ironically. I eat as fast as I can then finished. I put the second batch and then the third batch. Astrielle change me infront of the grilled. I tap her shoulder and she tap back my hand. "How about, you, Wynzlette? Are you excited for tomorrow?... Should we practice for your 18th dance?..." Ranjan offered. "That's a good idea!..." - Carline. My friend nodded. Ranjan stands up and so did I. We go to the grassy part of the lawn. Ranjan extend his left hand put his right hand at the back of my waist part.

The lights got dim and soft music started to play. Dara stood at the corner and waited for Wade to come. “Want to dance?” a lad wearing a red mask on his eyes held his hands towards Dara. “No thank you!” Dara uttered, “I’m waiting for someone.” “You can dance with me for a while unless that someone comes.” Dara thought for a second and then agreed. The boy rested his hands on Dara’s waist and Dara held him from his shoulders. Dara felt uncomfortable but she still danced.

he introduced them, and they quickly got on the stage to deliver the most flawless performance the townsfolk expected. After the dance was over, the townsfolk cheered and clapped at them for a very entertaining show, when Palmer ordered her group to leave the stage for her to do her duet, now turned into a solo. She was supposed to dance with Christopher, but she was not so sure after what happened between them. The music played, giving her the go to begin her dance. Palmer moved her body to the rhythm of the slow, romantic song, and she couldn’t help but feel her eyes burn once again from the tears that were about to stream down her cheeks.

“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.

“You owe me a dance. The next one is starting, shall we take it?” “Im afraid I am a terrible dancer— having spent most of my life on the battle or training field.” “Nonsense,” Lunara laughed in response, adjusting Maeras collar that was slightly off. She caught a glimpse of Caels deep and warm green eyes an hastily looked away, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Dancing is quite easy. Just follow my lead.” Maera smiled politely snd allowed Lunara pull her towards the dance floor. She placed one hand awkwardly on Lunara’s waist, the other on her shoulder and went along with the rhythm.

I turned, leaped, stretched, and spun again. Mrs. Anderson clapped softly. “Oh, beautiful! You still have your grace, Daisy.” I smiled, though my lungs were burning. Mr. Anderson didn’t clap—he only watched, his face unreadable. That made me nervous. I moved into a series of arabesques, my arms outstretched as if I was reaching for something just beyond my grasp. Then I bent backward, flowing into a soft landing. Delilah squealed in Oliver’s arms. “Mama! Mama dance!” she giggled, clapping her tiny hands.

There he was, my little boy, kneeling in the corner, his face streaked with bright red handprints. Across the room, Michael cradled Janine’s daughter, Nina Carter, in his arms, comforting her with a tenderness I had never once seen from him. The moment he noticed me, his brows snapped together in fury. "How the heck are you raising this child? He has no manners! If he doesn’t kneel for twelve hours straight, he’s not allowed to get up!" I rushed forward, wrapping my arms tightly around Ryder. His small hands clutched at my clothes, his eyes brimming with tears.

everyone had to perform a solo dance. I watched, mesmerized, as these fierce, modern warriors—men and women who could kill with their bare hands—laughed and swayed to the music. When it was finally Rune's turn, the room went still. He didn't dance. He simply stood in the center of the floor, the flickering candlelight catching the sharp, handsome angles of his jaw.

I may or may not have gotten a little carried away with being provocative as I finished the last of the song giving Dara a lap dance. Dara trailed her fingers from my shoulders, down my abs, and ended teasingly at the waistband of my shorts as I stood in front of her at the end of the song. “How about we go enjoy some fun in life and complete our bond, Del-ta Mit-chum,” she said enunciating my name seductively. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I said, taking her hand in mine and she transported us to my room.