Fire Emblem Dance Novels & Stories

She saw each of the members rising to their feet, walking in pairs, and some took positions near the instrument they had brought with them while the others stepped forward, hands in hands. They began to dance to the music in a frenzied manner. In the manner they had dressed, she never would have thought their dancing step would be this wild. They jumped, gyrated, grind into each other, and whatnot? The weirdest thing was she couldn't stop staring at them. "May I have this dance, please?" Emberlynn looked at Damien as he bowed to her lowly. He was formally asking her for a dance. No one had ever asked her to dance, and she wondered if she had any dancing skill left in her.

Just allowing my body to move fluidly and without restraint is the one thing I can do without worrying about breaking anything. The tenth song comes to an end, and I am left breathing heavily, my eyes closed as I take a moment to calm my beating heart, when the sounds of someone clapping force me to go on alert and take on a defensive stance. On the other side of the sparring ring, Damon stands before me, a look of awe on his face. I blush, not really intending for anyone to see me dance, but thankful that the person before me is my mate and not a stranger.

I wanted to get the fuck out of there. As I set my fork down, Ember took one last bite before smiling at me. "Do you like to dance?" She glanced over my shoulder at the small, empty dance floor with bright eyes, but I didn't follow her gaze. "No. Let's go." Her cheeks grew darker at my rejection and command, and I had to stop myself when I started to think about how beautiful she was when she did that. The walk back to our room was even more tense. My arm stayed straight at my side as Ember placed her hand in the crook of my elbow. I would typically pull it in until her hand was touching my ribs, but I didn't want to touch her right now.

She put her hands above her head, her wrists together and wiggled her body. Justice’s gaze locked on her shapely ass and he wanted her so badly his pants grew painfully tight. His heart raced, blood rushed to his ears and he knew at that moment if Flame reached for his woman the damn male would lose his hand. Jessie was having a good time. Flame was a great dancer. He’d dipped her a few times and spun her again. Jessie loved the song playing, it was one of her favorites, and she put her hands up to sway to the beat.

Damien was staring without blinking, and the happiness he saw on my face made him smile too. He can’t wait for working hours to be over so we can talk. Three minutes into the dance, I encircled my legs and raised my arms up, revealing the movements of my waist and I whined it so easily. The room became heated and Damien started sweating, but only he. He adjusted his seat and couldn’t blink as he stared. I jumped so softly, and when I landed back on the ground, I threw my head sideways, making my hair flow with the air, then I pushed out my chest and wriggled my boobs, making them shake.

Nezeira nervously looked around and spoke to Emmet, "I cannot dance. Not my cup of tea. It will be an embarrassment to you." Emmet, whose eyes were locked on Nezeira said in a calm yet warm tone, "It's alright Princess. Just follow my lead. And, you are definitely not an embarrassment." They glided with the music and other couples joined. Yihan took Euphenia and danced too but his eyes were glued to Nezeira, which was noticed all too well by her. She could feel the heat radiating from Yihan. She then asked him, "What is it? Are you alright? Looks like you don't like the Princess."

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Her big eyes spoke volumes. Damon's heart rhythmed with every tap of her feet on the ground. She was looking like a divine goddess while dancing but the white colour still irritated him. He has started hating white after watching her wearing that. He couldn't take his eyes off, her every move captivated him. It's like she is telling him how angry she is. He never knew that emotions could be expressed like this through dance. Mira was completely lost in the dance, the humiliating words were ringing in her ears with each step, fueling her anger more.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open as a pair of strong arms steadied me. To my surprise, my gaze met the purple stare of Alec, who was glaring down at me. “Ember?” he growled, his voice low as though he was afraid somebody would overhear. “What the hell are you doing?” “Dancing!” I laughed, pulling at his hands. “You should try it!” He stood as still as a statue, disapproval etched across his face. “Dancing?” he repeated flatly. “Is that what you call it?”

Maybe even Ember. The music ended and I smiled, choosing not to tell him the truth. Not yet anyways. He stepped to the side, holding my hand and bowing. Laughing, I did the same. The crowd was whistling and clapping. I smiled at him and he waggled his eyebrows. Obviously, the goofy Gamma mask back. “You looked lovely, Winter.” Luna Ember was in the arms of Alpha Damian. “You danced wonderfully too!” My skin crawled and I felt myself step back into the safety of Gamma Maddox. “I am lucky that Gamma is such a good lead. It’s been a while since I danced that one myself.”