Paladin Danse Novels & Stories

Crown Prince Sunwoo went to take the zither while Kana removed his outer robe, leaving the beautiful red lace hanbok, it is embroided with Phoenix and he looks really magical, his hair flown by the wind when he started following the strum of the zither. Kana started by swinging the sword above his head, then he bowed for a start, lifting his feet on one side, while his hands movements contrast on each other. Every strum, his hands moves along with it, his other free hand moves with his feet, his body sways along with the swing of the sword. His entire persona while dancing screams authority that he is not just an ordinary "lady" but also a fighter. The whole hall went silent for the crowd wa

As such, only the heir/heiress was present, each of them, in the room representing their families. "Young lord, the matter has been handled carefully. We have already, let's say, convinced some of the gladiators who will most likely be chosen. To be sure, we also incited the white knight." "Oh!? You managed to trick that goody two shoes? How?" "From what I gathered, most of the paladins are dissatisfied with his Highness close relationship with The saintess." "Ex-saintess you mean. That bitch lost her blessing. I really wonder what wish she made."

I placed my hand into his outstretched palm. He was taller than me but I managed to admire the outline of his face without missing a single detail, not even the slight cut on his lower lip. He was an attractive man and his long hair added extra flecks of beauty to his handsomeness. "I must be fucking breathtaking, Princess Namia." My dance partner mumbled like an idiot but his aura said otherwise. I perceived unmistakable strength and even though he caught me checking him out, I couldn't be bothered. It was a crime to be that attractive anyways which meant I was no criminal. The drums and other instruments soon began playing a sweet slow melody for us to dance to. I wasn't the best dancer b

“It’s not even in sync with the music.” “Damn, you really don’t like my dance moves huh?” I stopped from dancing and I was already catching my breath. It was about time that the music was reeling to an end and then it suddenly changed to Careless Whisper. The intro of the music was overtly sensual, kind of dirty and I just thought of something naughty almost immediately. I began dancing like I’m inside a club for male strippers, waving my entire body from my chest to my stomach going down under. I made sure that the moves I made enhanced my muscles. August was just quiet and stern that made it somehow difficult for me to read his thoughts.

I felt a faint tapping on my shoulder and turned around to see Eldar. "Shouldn't you be dancing, Fae? You know it's important to your mother that you socialize and butter up the politicians to give us more resources." I huffed at him. "Like we need more resources. We're probably one of the most powerful kingdoms, I doubt there's anything we need." "Well I need a dancing partner. Give me at least one dance so your mother won't scold us later." "Fine. Just one!" We headed towards the crowd, waltzing to one of my favorite tunes. At least it wasn't a terrible song. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and moved my feet carefully.

"Lyra... I didn't know. If I had known you had this power" "You would have used me," I finished for him. "But you missed your chance." Zade stepped up behind me, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "The dance is starting. And I believe I owe my Luna a turn." We walked onto the dance floor, leaving Caleb and Sasha in the dust. The music was slow and dark. Zade pulled me into his arms, his hand resting on my bare back. "You did well, Little Ghost," he murmured.

“Of course. Perfect Amval would only have the most traditional desserts.” “A nectarine tart.” My mouth waters just thinking about it, rich with cinnamon and spices. “And that band you hate so much is traditional as well.” She groans playfully. “So nobody would dance.” I gesture inside at the crowded dance floor. “I disagree, especially after I led the first dance.” She laughs. “You would? Somehow, I can’t picture you dancing.” “I danced at the Festival of First Wind!” “Oh, that’s different.” She shakes her head. “You weren’t Amval there. The prince I met in Moonlight Beach doesn’t dance.”

Somewhere near the wine, my father-in-law kept checking the great clock whose midnight surprise was, he believed, still a secret, despite the entire staff knowing about the fireworks and the staff’s entire families knowing too. And in the center of the floor, the Lycan King danced with his firstborn standing on his feet. She had kicked off her shoes somewhere unrecoverable. She stood on his polished boots in her stockings with her fire silk cloak still on and her small hands swallowed in his, and Darren waltzed her in slow, careful circles while she stared up at him like he had personally arranged the existence of music. The kingdoms stood around the floor and watched the most feared warrior

"Then tonight, we dance like kings and queens of a dying world." Talana took his arm, and together, they stepped back into the fire. The first dance of the new empire.

A well-known sting - the girl who refused to dance at every gala, waiting for a partner who chose someone else. But they didn't know about the Freshman Ball. Didn't know my first dance had already been stolen by a Vampire Prince. "A demonstration sounds perfect." Ivy egged the teacher on. "Let's see if the White Witch has any rhythm, or if she's just all talk." Professor Point nodded, gesturing to center floor. "A Pas de Deux then. Lady Duskbane, since Lady Petra already has you in hand... if you please." The music began. Haunting high-tempo violin arrangement requiring perfect synchronization. Petra stepped into the male role without hesitation.