Elite Dance Academy Novels & Stories

The gates of Starlight Elite Academy stood tall glass, steel, and quiet authority. Everything about the place whispered power. Luxury cars lined the entrance, engines purring softly as students stepped out, dressed in designer uniforms, their laughter light and careless. They belonged here. Ivy Morgan walked in on foot. No driver. No attention. No invitation. Just her. Her uniform was neat but plain, lacking the effortless luxury the others carried without trying. A few heads turned as she passed not in admiration, but in quiet judgment.

My hips swayed in motion, my body pressed against the rose, my legs spread wide apart like an athlete. A soft murmuring spread across the room, I was in an earpiece on the left side so I couldn't pick the words easily but still I focused my undivided attention on my craft pouring my all into it. The Elite club 0.2 isn't just the regular clubs with VIP in attendance and a few men who just started touching funds. The club is meant for the old money kind of CEOs, the ones born and bred in wealth and affluence, the men who never had to chase anything all their life because all they needed to do was snap a finger and all they wanted would be set on a table before them.

"Welcome to Dom and littles school Sophia, I'm the head master here, you can call me Mama P. most little do, now your file was sent to me with some big recommendations to accept you here. We don't accept many subs or doms this school is kind of special some might say it's more of an elite school" I just sit and listen nodding my head, I had no idea this place was special I thought I would be sent to a regular school, not to an elite one. "Your classification test showed some great potential, We vampires live for a very very long time and these days it's getting more and more rare to find true littles. I already enrolled you in required classes along with some DDLG classes. You have till the

he said, agreeing with Jackie. Jackie goes to the same university I am studying at, but I am sure she doesn’t recognize me because she belongs to a famous group of students. Anya, Dylan and I usually call them the elite as they are the sons and daughters of celebrities, wealthy businessmen, and government officials. We belong to the crème de la crème group because if not for the scholarship, the three of us won’t be able to get into that school. “Can I go now?” My eyebrows knitted, wondering why Jake was studying me as if he was unsure of something. I have seen him in the nursing home several times, bringing goodies to the residents during special occasions, but I doubt he remembered me.

Corbyn tried some more, “but we can’t risk things sliding out from under us now. It would be a good-” “No, she stays with me.” Trent's declaration came out as half a growl, and that was enough to put us all back into complete silence. Elevation school was typically reserved for elite families anyway, the kind that could pay all kinds of crazy ‘donations’ to the staff who were all recruited for their talent to control the students and help their abilities be better, stronger than others in their species.

I automatically end up the call before she can respond anything. Last week, I took a scholarship exam at Vida Elegante Akademya. It is the most expensive school in the Philippines where my parents want me to study. I will be a third year highschool student in this school year. I'm a transferee in this Academy and I'm hoping that they will grant me a scholarship. Well, they are just giving a 5 scholarship grant in every school year.

Like in occasions like this one right here when the Dark Academy gives us tasks or assignments. The Dark Academy is a special school for witches. Those who know this call it the dark academy but for humans, they know it to be "Elite high." To mortals, it's supposed to be this fancy school that only a select few go to, but the only people who ever get admitted into the school are witches and warlocks. Everyone who attends is a witch, the studenrs, teachers, everyone. We know very well how to keep our secret from the rest of the world.

"Elite, can I get there soon?" “Yup,” Inara chirped, way too cheerful for someone talking about supernatural death traps. “It's just that to be an Elite isn’t just hard, it’s basically impossible. Only a handful ever make it, most people stay stuck in the lower ranks or get weeded out and by weeded out, I mean dead, broken, or eaten. Or worse made someone's magical punching bag.” “Charming.” I rubbed my face. “So much for orientation shit and ‘meet your dorm-mates’ bingo.”

The pack house throbbed with a frenetic energy, the bass of the music vibrating through Elara's bones. Colored lights pulsed across the room, painting lurid streaks across the faces of the revelers. Tonight, Damon was in his element, the master of ceremonies in a spectacle of his own making. He'd declared it a celebration of a "successfully closed deal," but pack members knew it was about the handsome sum he'd squeezed out of the crown prince for the training facility. Elara knew the truth, of course. It was a victory bought and paid for with her clandestine meetings with Kaelen, a truth she held close, a burning secret in her heart.

“What? Are you mad?” Seated at the other table were three men and one woman. They all possessed similar features, sporting beautiful faces and long, pointed ears. They all had yellow, blonde hair and green eyes. This was a species that was on par with Celestials and were famous for their disregard for others and disdain for all. They were elves! However, in this universe – and in the world of God Academies – race mattered little. What was regarded was the prestige accorded to the Academy, and who its alumni were. God King Academy was a prestigious academy, and though the years had been unkind to this once undisputed behemoth, it was still regarded as one of the best academies in the universe