Elite Dance Academy Novels & Stories

Blake replied. "Just so you know, Bryce came too." Zane cautioned. "Why is he?" Blake asked in between his teeth. "Curious, I guess." Zane replied and Blake just shrugged his shoulders gesturing them to come in. Zane opened the door and allowed them. "Hi, Chloe! Blake!" Bryce greeted them as soon as they entered the office. For several seconds Chloe stared down at two teens. One whom she knew well and the other not close to what she was expecting to see. They were both in school uniform which Chloe knew to be the uniform of Elite High, the most prestigious high school in Castile.

My brows furrowed. “I mean,” he continued, “look at it, Arden. Elite is the most prestigious academy in the country. Maybe even the continent. The facilities are state-of-the-art. The curriculum is intense, innovative, and powerful. It trains warriors, strategists, healers, scholars, and diplomats all under one roof. It produces the best of the best. We all came here because of that. Because everyone says this is the place where greatness is born.” He shook his head.

My lips pull into a smile when I meet the other dancers backstage. A voice comes through, busting through the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fantasy Elite where every fantasy is fulfilled, no matter how dirty your secret fantasy is, know you're in the right place. Here at Fantasy Elite, we aim to please you and pleasure you. Our first group for tonight has all your favorites, and our very own sadistic sexy goddess.” he says.

She even wondered if the teacher might be some handsome man she secretly admired. Little did she know, Elaine's assumption couldn't be further from the truth. Rising Star was a well-known training institution that offered courses in various fields, including fashion design, performing arts, broadcasting, and even musical instrument training. The instructors at Rising Star were all top professionals in their respective fields. The school had high admission standards, and it wasn't simply a matter of paying a sum of money to get in. Acceptance required recommendation letters from the respective professional teachers, and the school handled the enrollment process. Consequently, the school had s

He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.” Mauve couldn’t help it—her lips curled into a mocking laugh. “That’s the best kidnapping story you could come up with?” Nicholas stiffened but held his composure. “Can I ask questions now?” “Yes,” he allowed. “Where’s your proof?” The question caught him off guard. He faltered, searching for words. “Elitian technology cannot cross over,” Sephie stepped in. “Only an E

Edwardo goes on, then stops with Henry on his other side, both of them facing me now. “Zahra, there is a special programme we run at the Elite academy,” he says. “It is only for our best warriors, and we would like to invite you to attend. Normally we wait until your official induction next summer. However, this course is only run every few years, and it starts next week.” For a heartbeat all I can hear is the lake lapping against the stones. He said it like it is a given that I am joining the Elites next year. And did he just lump me in with the best?

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

The final week at Elysium Academy passed in a whirlwind of preparations for the Graduation Ceremony. What the outside world would never know was that this “ceremony” was the ultimate public performance — a private showcase where final-year students demonstrated their complete mastery… or total surrender. I stood in the center of the private Grand Chamber, heart pounding. Only a select group of elite guests and instructors filled the dimly lit seats. My hands trembled slightly as I waited, dressed in nothing but a sheer black silk robe and a delicate silver collar that both Damien and Professor Voss had placed around my neck earlier that evening.

She asked in a terse tone. “Aurora please!” Celeste could not help but snap, flipping her long black hair over. She did not bother to mask her scathing tone as she went on proudly,, “This is an event where only the elites of Crestmont city attends, of which Ethan and I are also VIP guests,” She eyed Aurora once more, “This is also an academy for ice skaters, the best in the country.” She crossed her arms and scoffed, “You’re neither an ice skater nor are you an elite. Aren’t you here just to cling to Ethan?!”