Luminary Dance Academy Novels & Stories

Days later, [Omniscient P.O.V] The closing ball was mandatory, a tradition that the Academy clung to with the desperation of an institution that had lost everything else. Lumira stood at the ballroom's edge with her hands wrapped around a crystal goblet that contained nothing but air, watching the students swirl across the floor in patterns that spoke of relief and celebration and the desperate need to forget what they had survived. The chandeliers blazed with captured starlight, casting prismatic rainbows across faces that had known only darkness for too long.

"I will, Daddy." Lucas and I rode down in the elevator in comfortable silence. The dance was at the school gym, decorated with twinkling lights and paper flowers. Music played loud and happy. Lucas took my hand as we walked in, and for the first time I felt like I was really twelve, not the little girl with the purple cast anymore.

"Follow me. Try to keep up." I hurried after him, the guard trailing behind. Lucas led us through enormous doors into a grand entrance hall. My eyes went everywhere at once, I took in the marble floors, paintings on the walls, a sweeping staircase, and students in elegant clothes moving through us. No one paid me much attention. A few curious glances, but nothing more. Their focus was mainly on the Beta, either greeting or gazing at him with admiration. "The Academy trains wolves in the arts," Lucas said as we walked. "Music, painting, sculpture, dance, theater. We accept only the gifted, those with something worth cultivating."

Most of the attendees were dancers or industry professionals, and the Sardovia Royal Dance Academy was an esteemed institution coveted by almost every dancer. The words "Sardovia Royal Dance Academy" echoed in everyone's minds as they tried to process what they had just heard. After a moment of silence, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "A recommendation to Sardovia Royal Dance Academy... that's practically an admission letter, isn't it?" "Oh my god! I can't believe the lucky prize is this! Why couldn't it be me?" another person cried. "But she's not part of our dance troupe..." a voice protested.

"I hope your throat feels better soon. The dance studio is down that hallway, third door on the right." Victoria walked away, fighting to control her rising excitement. After two weeks of surveillance and planning, she was finally inside. The hallways gleamed with the unmistakable shine of money, trophy cases displaying student achievements, artwork in proper frames, technology in every classroom she passed. She found the dance studio easily. Twenty young girls in identical blue leotards were already warming up at the barre, supervised by a teaching assistant who looked relieved when Victoria entered. "Oh thank goodness," the young woman said. "I was worried they weren't finding a substitute

We’ve always gone on missions as a team, but I have another priority now. I leave the question unanswered, deciding to plan for my day ahead instead. If Kai narrows down Milo’s movements and a date and time for the mission is fixed, only then can I decide. The next few hours before dawn breaks are spent looking up all the information I can on my client’s school. Montclair Academy of the Arts. The most exclusive and expensive dance institution in the country, and one of the best and highest ranked. Of course, the man who killed the dreams of many children gets to send his own child to one of the best schools.

The academy began preparing for Winter Solstice almost immediately. Lanterns appeared along the stone walkways first—silver glass globes that glowed softly once night fell. The courtyard trees were wrapped in strands of small lights that shimmered like frost between the branches. Students talked about little else. The Winter Solstice dance. The biggest event of the year. Angels loved ceremonies. Apparently dances counted. I noticed it everywhere. Fabric samples pinned to boards in the common rooms where students debated colors and styles.

And I arched my back even more, my shoulders high as I stared back at my reflection that was cladded in a black bodycon jumpsuit, through the wide floor length mirror in the training room. We were currently at a dance training center to prepare for the new parent committee event that would be hosting in a month’s time. True to Lucia’s words, she had the tango dance performance included as the first thing on the list for an upcoming school event, and all parents in the classroom club were mandated to attend (Mrs. Thompson & her minions).

The banquet to celebrate the new alliance and bethrotal was mere dawns away. Things have been a bit tense at the Greymoon pack since Alpha had announced the alliance with their rival pack. Relations with the Sunlit pack have been tensed at best and the sudden alliance left many unsettled, however they had unwavering trust in their Alpha. Lucien had decided to host the banquet at the dandelion field located at the heart of the pack. And only those invited were allowed to attend. This field was near where the training fields of their pack, this will allow them immediate defense in case of any accidents.

she laughed. "No doubt, but..." Lannie 's become flushed spread across her freckled cheeks. "It's somewhat heartfelt in its own particular manner, right? I mean those young ladies they're at the highest point of their group. 200 of the kinkiest, most wonderful ladies in the WORLD and getting compensated like it," she motioned like she generally did when she got delirious. Around them the lights of the Dublin dance club streaked, whirling hologrammatic style projected into the roof - cosmic systems and confoundingly gigantic nebulae, as though the whole ballroom was being pushed at twist speed through a heavenly vortex.