Destiny Devoted Dance Novels & Stories

*Whoosh* Like two torpedoes fired by a powerful cannon, the two shot forward, their goal seemingly one and the same: the chest of the Blood King! Destiny pulled back his sword wielding arm, gathering power into the blade that was as slender as the branch of a small tree. With a loud popping sound, the rapier was engulfed with a red glow reminiscent of the reddened eyes of a Barbarian. Destiny thrust with his rapier in a simple yet efficient manner, his lips mouthing words that one would not credit to Barbarians who were known for their instinctive fighting style. “Sword Arts: Piercing Rapier” Red Rose was not one to be left out of the action. She had been the lead dancer even before Destiny

I have never had anything like this before soon my plate was empty because I was so impatient to consume it all. After my amazing dinner. I decided to go and get some fresh air. "Dad I'll be outside for a while" I informed my dad and left with a juice in my hand. It was dark but the brightness of the moon shined making the garden even more captivating. I sighed and walked around enjoying the fresh air and the moon but suddenly something hit me. 'The note' I remembered... I remembered how someone had written soulmates aren't found but made... those words came flashing in my eyes making me feel the depths of them. I was still thinking how could a person explain it so clearly.. when I saw her..

I watch my skin on my wrist as it turns blue and then a silver blue tiny dragon tattoo marks my skin and I raise my eyebrows as it fades away. "Touch it" Tanya says. I touch it with my right hand and it shows once more and I gasp as I can feel Tanya through it and I know exactly where she is. "When you have restored the power from the moon you can mark me back and thus we can always find each other and I will make a vow too you, to never hurt and never betray you in any way." She say and I gasp. A vow from a dragon is the strongest there is but I nod my head slowly and promise her that I will do the same.

Shay hissed "touch it amd we are goners!" The beast sensed the fear brooding within Shay and it's head snapped towards her, it let out a huge grin, exposing its mouth full of sharpened pointed teeth "Come on girl" it said with in a choked voice, too full of teeth "I dare you to knock me over again!" One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred

Tiana stepped aside and shook her head with a sad smile, "I can't. I love Michael and if this is what he wants then I want it as well." "Suit yourself," Destiny waved a hand over her shoulder as she disappeared through the door, "I'll keep in touch." "Say hi to the council for me!" Tiana called out quickly before Destiny's entire body disappeared. She sighed and closed the door, leaning her back against it and closing her eyes. Her heart unexpectedly softened as an image of a man flashed before her eyes. "Dexter..." ☆☆☆ Back in the forest.... My heart galloped like a mother trucking horse as the image of a dog that spat lava entered my mind.

She reached out, her sharp nails digging into the skin of my jaw, forcing me to look at her. "Look at you," Britney whispered, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "A filthy, worthless stray covered in blood. Did you honestly think you could walk into this estate and steal the throne that was meant for me? I’ve spent years preparing to be Richard’s Luna. I won't let an Omega parasite ruin my destiny." I spat blood straight onto her immaculate crimson dress.

Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight Alexander leads Luna to dance. This was her favourite song , She was so emerged in the song , she didnt noticed that she came closer to Alexander puts her head in his shouldere

The air in the room smelled of hairspray and desperation. "Alright, love," Devlin said, clapping her hands together with a forced cheerfulness. "Let's see what you've got." She plugged her phone into a small speaker and a track with a slow, sinuous rhythm filled the room. She began to demonstrate some basic dance steps – fluid hip movements, slow turns, poses that emphasized the curve of the body. My own limbs felt stiff and uncoordinated, years of awkward swaying at college parties offering no preparation for the deliberate sensuality Devlin exuded. She was patient, her instructions clear and concise, her touch surprisingly gentle as she corrected the angle of my arm or guided my hips. Hour

It was two days to the highschool ball dance,and grandma wanted me to ask Kiki to the dance and when I refused to tell her , she took the matters into her own hands by inviting Kiki her self on my behalf.. "Hey, good evening". Grandma was finally able to come down from her room after being up the entire day.. "Good evening, grandson.... Is anything the matter?". She grabbed the glass on the table with her tea in it , and came to sit on the couch with me..

Finally, she stretched her delicate arms and began the dance. Felicity moved gracefully to an enchanting melody that played only in her mind. Her body swayed like a leaf dancing in the breeze, every movement reflecting her passion for dance. Unaware of the watchful eyes, she surrendered herself to the rhythm, lost in the captivating world she had created. Alex observed her every move, his eyes fixated on the beauty of her dance. He was drawn to Felicity's elegance, her fluidity, and the way she seemed to change reality. But hidden beneath his admiration lay a sinister motive, driven by a desire to manipulate her.