Rainbow Ballerina Novels & Stories

But they were always little spats here and there, mostly of course from the angels and demons. Next a small women in a dress that looked almost as if it was made of scales stands. Showing off the scales on her gown rainbows fly all around the room in prisms as the scales catch the light. As she stands I get a proper look at her. Not even noticing her before she is so tiny. I definitely should have her rainbow coloured hair past her ass, curling in ways I never knew hair could. Her eyes matching that of her hair. I gasp slightly at the sight never seeing eye as memorizing as hers, a literal rainbow of sparkling colours swirling around, She speaks so quietly everyone lean an ear towards her t

In the measured space between them, a mystical glass globe with colorful magical energy of the universe irradiating it. Anticipating to be engulfed in some high-powered supernatural essence to send us back to earth, I kept my eyes on Raina, dying to get my arms around her. Nothing happened. With confusion, I glanced at the goddess. My brows knotted when I found the glass ball nesting on yellow glinting dust in front of her with clear fluid and something pinkish-reddish inside of it. My lips slightly parted. Raina wore a scowl. Her eyes threw contempt at Artemis.

Ms Glenda used to be a ballerina in the group 'The Angels', the legendary ballet group. In addition, Ms. Jenny is also a veteran ballet instructor. Her students are all members of the Royal group, including Kaylin and Garrick. The assessment of these two female ballet instructors also accounts for 50% of the total score. Kaylin's performance was right before my performance. Today, she wears a pure white ballet dress, the skirt edge is meticulously embroidered and studded with sparkling pearls. Look at Kaylin today as beautiful as a real swan. As soon as Kaylin stepped onto the stage, she captured all eyes with her shining and radiant beauty.

Raul said. The fairies looked at each other before they looked at their yellow siblings in Rina’s arms. The yellow fairy shook its head. “I’m okay.” The purple fairy then floated to them and swayed its red wand. A purple light appeared in front of it and it shot out several light balls. One ball went to Rina, another went to Raul, and another went to Beto. Each ball then began floating around them while giving off light sparkles. “W-What is this light?” Beto asked.

They start off red, then gold, purple, green, blue, pink, orange, yellow. A rainbow forms in front of us. And I think about how dangerous this could be. It could also be helpful as well. A young woman steps out in the middle of the circle. She’s slim and graceful looking. Her hair is red and gold. Her eyes glow. Fire erupts beneath her feet, lifting her up into the air without burning her. It tosses her and she spins, doing a flip midair. The flames work with the young woman to perform acrobatic tricks for us as they tangle in the sky. It’s one of the most breathtaking things I’ve ever seen. I’m completely blown away by this special skill and extraordinary talent.

Cleo’s hand slips into mine as she leans in to whisper, “Are you okay? You are hyperventilating.” I nod, unable to open my dry mouth and push words out of it. She gives my hand a strong squeeze and flashes me one of her gorgeous pearly white grins. Cleo is one of the most beautiful girls in our form. She has the ideal ballerina body: long and slender limbs, svelte torso, swan‒like neck and graceful posture. When she is in leotards and ballet shoes, you appreciate the careful work of art that she is. Ms. Azizen comments again and again on how Cleo becomes the dance.

I make sure to stand a little straighter, smiling with practised ease. Kill me now! I feel the delicate hands of someone undoing the knot of the blindfold, and the sight before me leaves me stunned. I'm at the entrance of a ballroom decorated in various shades of pink with accents of gold and green. The floors reflect the light oozing from the chandeliers above. Arrangements of pink roses surround the room, along with balloons and vines with butterflies attached. There is a specific arrangement of roses that reads, "Happy 25th Birthday Serena."

Soft, sweet, filling the whole room. The people around me tensed up with excitement. I leaned into my chair, controlling my breathing and feeling grateful for the darkness. “Hey there. I’m Loretta. I have a story to tell you. It’s a tale of life….” Ballerinas dressed in white gowns, holding brown woven baskets, ran across the stage. They spun and did something I didn’t care for. “… death.” Cherry’s voice continued, and guys dressed in black attire danced across the stage. They held flowers.

TESSA The recital starts with a long-winded welcome speech from a woman in a sparkly shawl who takes her volunteer position very, very seriously. The parents clap like they’ve just been handed an Oscar, and then the lights dim until the stage glows. Tiny ballerinas file out in matching pink tutus, arms bent like crooked teapots. I spot Kenzie immediately because she’s the only one beaming like she owns the stage. Her bun is slightly off-center, and her tights have a smudge at the knee, but she does a perfect curtsy before the music even begins. My heart just about combusts.

As she settled into Adrian's suite, a mix of apprehension and anticipation filled her heart, unsure of the path they were embarking on but ready to confront whatever lay ahead. Adrian left her alone to prepare for the ball, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling within her. As she stood before the mirror, she meticulously arranged her hair, her hands deftly weaving intricate braids adorned with delicate silver ribbons. The soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm ambiance that reflected the conflicting emotions in her eyes. Amelia's ball gown was a breathtaking masterpiece that accentuated her every curve and exuded an air of regal elegance. Crafted from the finest silk, t