God Of Music Novels & Stories

“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.”

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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.”

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.”

I turned to leave the Healing Temple. Caelum stopped me. "One more thing, Lyra." His tone was easy, almost offhand. "The sacred music for the Divine Assembly this year, you've been composing a new piece, haven't you? Let Selene use the score. She's been bedridden, she hasn't had time to prepare. She can perform it in your place." I didn't move. The sacred music at the Divine Assembly was the channel through which gods communicated with mortals. It decided whether the coming year would bring rain and harvest or drought and famine. It mattered to the whole world.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

Some had even wired deposits straight into the Warner family's account. I was still in a daze when Dad gave me a call. "You have no idea how priceless those old buggers' expressions were today, Cynthia! You've really made me proud! "I've been saying that you don't need a husband to prove your worth. Look at you—not only did you earn the fees back after one performance, you've even landed those collaborations!" Dad was full of vigor in the call. For the first time in days, he sounded happy. After ending the call, I glanced at Hendery, who had walked me out. "Thank you."