Paladin Danse Novels & Stories

Scarlett smiled all over and took her hand in her hold, then, starts to lead her inside the palace. The guard at the door was quick to let them in so they furthered with their walk in. "Let's have a small dance session before we proceed with the next step.... Dancers!, come and perform for the Alpha. Give it your best." About eight young maidens hurried to the stage and starts to display their amazing skilled potential in the art of dancing. Drumming also followed, giving melody to their songs. Xander at the moment he drawled his gaze from the dancers, had it at the doorway, and it was at that point in time, he saw Lucia being dragged in by a girl unknown to him.

Getting inside the judge's name Hannah was the one who chose the song I am going to dance, gosh I didn't even know her much but I already hated her. "Miss Kim you are gonna dance to Hard carry by Got7" she said smirking "Okay ma" I said then she stare at me as if I have gone mad, o yeah when I said I love dancing you should know any new song which is out I make sure I learn the choreography if I like the song I don't like Got7 that much but I love the song so you won't expect not to be able to dance. "You have five minutes to miss so start now and don't waste our time" she said again. I danced to it smoothly.

"I’m late for dance class with Roman!" "Right." I could not ignore the mocking undertone. "Dance class with Roman." Also, I wasn't that fond of learning the Penevian Waltz for the royal banquet and the wedding, but apparently it was some Penevian tradition in the royal family and very important to the people. We had had two lessons in total, and today would be our third. "Thanks for the heads up, Dalton. I appreciate it!" I patted the man on his shoulder before quickly running back inside the palace.

Upon seeing his reaction, one would have easily sworn that I had amputated him or something. "Violent much?" He yelled in my direction. "Dramatic much?" I dryly retorted, with an equally loud yell of my own. "Will you two just cool it?" Abby said just before her date could conjure up a comeback. "Yes, ma'am." Jason smiled at her, and then extended his arm towards her. "May interest you in a dance, my lady?" "I thought you'd never ask," she smiled back and linked her arm on hers. "You look beautiful tonight," I thought I faintly heard him telling her, as they disappeared into the crowd.

I held out my grandmother’s grimoire and began to read the alliance binding ceremony scripture. “By the Moon Goddess and her almighty being, we ask for support in the alliance between the Red Night Pack and the Eclipse Pack. We come to you through the unity of blood ties.” I was surprised as to how even my voice sounded. My mother handed me a dagger with ancient runes covering the handle. I cut my palm and outstretched my arm, squeezing my fist to push blood to drop onto the ground below me. I hissed as I cut myself, but the pain was short lived as my healing ability kicked in.

They all knew what would come next and were filled with anticipation. “Hey Richards, go give them a greeting.” Daniels ordered quietly. Richards walked up to the stairway and took a deep breath to yell down the stairway, “Hey, you bastards, DINNER’S UP!” He then rushed back to his position, as the shrieks and howls rang up the stairway. Zane stood ready with confidence in the hallway with his sidearm and combat blade drawn, waiting for the Pales to come bursting through the doorway. The shrieks and howls got closer and the first Pale appeared in the doorway. It was about seven feet tall barreling on all fours towards us. We opened fire. Everyone connected their shots, it crumpled down onto t

Everyone is carrying a piece of magic, and the Duke is moving through them like a wolf in a flock of sheep. ‘You think he’s weaving a spell?’ Thade asks, his voice soft. I rest my arms on the balcony overlooking the dancers as they take up their places. I pick out Valerius, watching as he bows politely to Lady Pera. In the same way that Thade’s wolf seems to crackle beneath his skin with a blue light, Lady Pera’s skin seems to have a tone of green shimmering beneath. I watch, fascinated as Valerius takes her hand and holds her hip in a courtly hold, ready to dance.

I loved the imagery, men and women holding hands, and jibing in slow movement to the music. There was doubt that I looked handsome, my black tuxedo suit giving me an exquisitely unique look. I had my hair fixed specifically for the occasion and that was all there could ever be—Regalness and Charm. "Alpha Daniel," a voice called behind me the instant the dance session was over and I turned around to behold Lunar Adelia of the Moonfyre Pack. "Hello Ma'am," I greeted and she bowed respectfully. "May I have the second dance?" She asked politely, stretching her hand towards me. "My husband is chatting with the other men in the corner and I don't want to miss out. I haven't danced all day, you see

Sol murmured, his voice so low it was meant only for me. "I'm fine," I whispered back, tightening my grip on my invisible resolve. "But I think you might need a literal shield to get to the refreshment table." "I don't need a shield," Sol said, his gaze finally shifting to me, his eyes dark and intense. "I have an Alpha." The haunting, melodic strains of a medieval hammered dulcimer filled the hall, signaling the start of the ceremonial first dance. It was a traditional pavane—slow, stately, and designed to show off the grace and power of the ruling class.

“Of course, I will accompany the ceremony. No one could better accompany the ceremony than me. King Eric’s ritual would be incomplete without my drumming.” “Yes, you are right. The sound of your drum has a power that can scare the enemy.” Marias laughed and walked to enter the gate of the Palace of Nicundhra. The two guards looked radiant. A hundred gold coins were getting closer to coming into their hands. Then they saw the last two. “These are two dancers who always perform a magical dance. Mr. Deus and Mr. Pawn. How are you, Sir?” The two Deril servants walked forward. They showed flat faces, and their skin was as pale as paper. Both gate guards of the Nicundhra Palace exchanged glances.