Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

Maris went on, oblivious, her hands lifted to the moon like she could drag its light down and bend it to her will. “…and bless this union between Alpha and Luna, that it might be a shield against darkness…” I almost laughed. If only they knew. My hand slipped back to my side. I bowed my head a bit deeper to avoid showing the flare of triumph in my eyes. For the first time, I had reached out and changed a piece of the stage before the actors arrived. Not a big change. Not enough to save us if everything else went wrong. But enough to say: *I’m not just kneeling where you put me anymore.*

she says with a massive grin as people start playing drums and Keoni takes the stage. “WOOOOOO! KEONI!” I yell in excitement as everyone starts clapping. I watch in awe as he begins his performance with what I can only describe as a war cry. “I don’t think she’s blinked once,” Ailani chuckles a few moments later, and I realise my jaw is also hanging open. “Wow,” is all I manage to get out as I feel hypnotised by Keoni’s movements on stage. # Jordan P.O.V “Jordan? Helloooo,” Mitch says, waving his hand in front of my face.

“You only live once, right?” Darcy whooped in delight. “Damn right!” The tension, the anger, the tangled web of Pedro Montonio’s obsession, it all seemed to melt away in the heat of the moment. Aelia let herself get lost in the music, her body moving with a fluidity she didn’t even know she had. And then, the DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Who’s got the confidence to take this stage and own it?” Aelia was already moving before she had a chance to think.

"All access. Don't lose it. You'll shoot from stage left. There's a mark on the floor, don't cross it. Lennon sees anyone where they're not supposed to be, he stops the show." "Got it." "Flash off. He hates flash." "Okay." "And Sloane?" She looks at me seriously. "He's different on stage. Don't let it mess with your head." "Different how?" "You'll see." She leaves me there. I find my spot. Stage left. Behind a piece of tape on the floor. The crowd is already screaming and the show hasn't even started. An hour passes. My legs hurt from standing. Finally the lights go down.

“Alpha Damian, we’re ready for you.” I open my eyes to see Alanon standing in front of me, his head bowed in respect to my alpha title. I step forward slowly. He doesn’t miss my movement joining me silently; he leads me into the lighted portion of the stage to a circle right up front and center of the stage. I look down in time to step over the salt that makes up the perimeter of the circle. It only takes a moment for something else to catch my eye; a symbol of some sort is painted on the stage. I don’t have much time to contemplate its meaning before Amelia, facing the crowd in front of me, starts the ceremony.

“How do you want to do this? Do you need me to go up on stage and stall them? Or are you ready now?” Theonardo looked at me and raised a brow, making me gulp. However, I nodded, knowing that the sooner I got it over with, the better. I didn’t want to be hiding away forever. “Let’s go,” said Theonardo, grabbing my hand and giving it a good squeeze for reassurance as Caspian pushed the double doors open, gesturing for us to clamber up the steps onto the stage. Theonardo went first, and I followed after him, his hand at my waist the entire time, Camilla and Caspian right behind us.

Marcus followed, a grin on his face. “Inside,” Adrian said, pushing the door open. The room opened into a dimly lit lounge with a small stage at the center. Men and women in expensive clothes lounged with drinks, their eyes turning to us. To me. “Up there,” Adrian said, nodding to the stage. I froze. “Now?” “Now,” he growled, gripping my arm tighter. Marcus leaned in. “Relax. We’ve got you.” They guided me forward, my heels clicking on the wooden steps as I climbed onto the stage, Adrian and Marcus flanking me. A spotlight snapped on, blinding me.

Walking closer to the stage I only want to turn around a rush back inside! My legs feel like jelly when we walk up the small stairs to the stage. Owen is holding a microphone and talking to the people. We walk up beside Owen and I look out at the people and my eyes land on my brother and my friends at the side of the stage. I feel loved and somewhere I belong while I stand here on the stage. This is what my mother left for me and by doing this she feels closer than before. "You got this!" Aziel whispers to my ear before he lets go and takes several steps back, leaving me alone on the stage beside Owen and he is right! I will try!

My heart was aching, but I think that Spooky needs to grow with his decisions too, and I have to let him. "I do need your help with moving or Tristan can help me." I smiled. “I'm sure he won't mind to help.” The lights dimmed further and the low murmur of the crowd faded to stillness. Musicians began to filter onto the stage, each taking their place with an instrument in hand. The conductor walked out with grace and poise, and then... My heart stopped. Tristan stepped onto the stage.