Paladin Danse Novels & Stories

Each woman had a large shiny gold pendant and gold hairpins in their hair. “Thule is a Realm to the south of us, it trades mostly in gold and wine. Their national dance is a form of belly dancing.” Dion whispered. “The women are stunning,” Jamie said. The music started and the women started to dance sway their hips and move their bodies in time. The little bells on their ankles started to ring in time to the music. Jamie was staring at wonder. Three ladies, one black hair lady flanked by two blondes, moved to the front and continued to dance. The others dances moved around the floor space and stopped in front of the Guards that were posted around. The music continued and Jamie was engrossed.

Pandora replied with a smile. "Will you grant me a dance?" "Huh?" Pandora's eyes widened slightly. "It would be a dream to dance with the nightmare I do not wish to wake from." "Hahaha... uhhh," Pandora cast a nervous laugh. "Okay," she said, summoning her inner strength to join him. Soon, they grooved together, palm to palm. Pandora tiptoed around, missing a step or two. "I was sure you knew how to dance. You did it so majestically in Sutcliffe," Caesar whispered in her ear. Luckily, no one noticed. "It's those shoes, isn't it?" he said.

“What else did you expect? Winning today means more than glory—it means recognition by the Gods of War, access to the ancient ruins, and a chance to stand among legends. Do you think they’d trade that for handshakes and false promises?” Pavan nodded grimly, then glanced around. “Still… where’s Danial? Don’t tell me he overslept on the most important day of his life.” As if on cue, the doors creaked open and Danial entered, his steps measured but slightly stiff. To everyone’s surprise, he wore a karate outfit with a plain white belt. Crystal arched a brow, smirking. “Speak of the devil.” Pavan’s eyes widened as recognition struck him.

The doors opened with a light groan and the first thing Kael saw was firelight, the torches lined the path ahead, and drummers stood on either side, beating a slow, heavy rhythm. Then came the dancers. They stepped into the path barefoot, their bodies painted with the colors of the Council. Every movement was deliberate, calculated. The arms swaying, feet striking the ground in time with the drums, it was a dance of welcome, one Kael had seen a hundred times before, but never enjoyed. Nightfang was a pack of warriors. They didn’t dance. They conquered. Kael walked forward anyway, his black cloak sweeping the floor behind him. His gaze remained unreadable, as the dancers parted for him. His g