God Of Music Novels & Stories

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

Conquered everything which drew pleasurable moans from her. It was music to his ears. He groaned when she clenched around him and buried her face in his neck. They both came at the same time and she bit on his shoulder. Before she came out of her foggy mind and caught her breath, she felt bed beneath her. She opened her eyes and he hovered over her. He captured her lips again, grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wider. Vera moaned when he rubbed his hardness on her clit. He lubricated his length with her juice while sucking on her neck.

"Even the Gods fear the power of the Sun." My voice comes out in the midst of the chaos that was around and even though many other noises could be heard, my voice overpowers, for I am not only speaking in sound waves but using the gift of the Arts of Music and with that, I can connect with their souls, even if they were corrupted. "You are nothing but a poor wretch! You would never be worthy of someone like her!"

“It was so… specific Zayne, not like blasting light. It was like being a surgeon for things that aren’t alive.” “Precision beats brute force every time.” he said, sitting beside me. “Caleb is a brute force kiddo, you’re learning something else, that scares people like him.” That night, the dream-figure returned. “You learn the song of breaking.” it chuckled, its silver form shimmering with a light that hurt to look at. “But do you hear the greater music? The bonds between all things are the Goddess’s symphony.” “Your bond is a dissonant chord, the crafted one is a stolen note, and the song must be corrected.”

he mocked. Ciara felt like Godrick knew what she had just done with Scott, and it made her blush even more. Godrick gave her a sly smile and went to his desk, picking something up. “This is for you,” he said, handing her a rectangular, flat object with a cord and a round end. Ciara took the object, furrowing her brow. “What’s this?” she asked. “It’s a music player,” Godrick explained. “I’ve loaded it with Def Leppard songs and a few tracks from other bands that I’m sure you’ll like.”

Kian hugs his papa. "Okay, they're here let's start before it gets flooded here." Kaios said when the other deities arrived. Kian's parents stand with Kōri and Feu. Kaios, Selene and Leluna stand up to greet the newcomers. The other deities who arrived are Asili, the deity of the four elements. Water, fire, earth, and wind. Galax, the deity of the stars and time. Lastly, the Sun deity which is also the king of the deities and Leluna's brother, Ijus. Kian and Kaleb are overwhelmed with their presence.

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.

I knew if I didn’t act, that rage would eat her alive, poison every happy moment of her childhood. Let me carry it instead, I thought. All the anger, all the pain—leave her out of it. “Anyway,” Apollo said, clearing his throat to break the silence. “Want to know what I’m the god of?” “What, Uncle Handsome?” Summer perked up, her earlier request already forgotten. I let out a long breath of relief and mouthed thank you to Apollo. He winked. “Lots of things! Apollo is the god of light, poetry, prophecies, music, dance, truth… even healing and diseases.”