God Of Music Novels & Stories

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."

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

“Then… why did you come here? To Imperial Knights Academy.” I switched the topic. “Well… I want to become a music composer.” “You are into music?” “I really don’t look like it, do I? Haha.” August laughed. “I may look like this, but I’m proficient in every musical instrument you could name of, and I’m fine with any music except heavy metal, sometimes rap or dudes who sing like flowers. Felt like they were singing to the demons—blerghhh. What an insult to music.”

' She tries to think of any alternate circumstances wherein she did something different, but the scenarios end in her coming out unscathed at the expense of others; Very much like what Darryl had said earlier. Suddenly, loud music starts playing, the bass making the wall and the floor shake. Katcha flinches, feeling the sound reverberate through her rib cage. It was the bass boosted graduation song that gradually toned down in volume. Katcha looks at the stage where the large speakers stood and found a couple of her upperclassmen nearby. “Sorry about that! Just sound checking!” They exclaimed.

"Music is an invitation. The earth didn't want an invitation. It wanted a boundary." He pointed the handle of his hammer at the massive switching plate. "I didn't soothe the metal. I shocked it. I aligned the atomic structure so tightly that the magma-pulse couldn't penetrate the density. It’s called tempering." I forced myself up onto my elbows, wincing as Elara began tightly wrapping my blistered, bleeding hands. "How did you know to come?" I asked Cord, my voice hoarse. "The Apex Node only broke an hour ago. You couldn't have crossed the ocean and the continent in an hour."

The goddess says. “Oh yeah that’s right.” The goddess takes out some pictures and dimensions of it to give to Rick. “Thank you, goddess. Is there anything else right now?” Sonya asks. “No, my child. Thank you for your protection and in return I will continue to protect you.” “Thank you.” With that the goddess drifts away into whiffs of white smoke. “Okay one last thing we need to tell everyone before we head off to the cabin.” Jake adds. “What is it son?” Donald asks.

"Good evening ladies and gentle men, gods and goddess." The oracle of life suddenly faded into existence at the alter, slowly shaping in self into a white feminine figure. "We are all gathered here today to celebrate a remarkable upcoming, the upcoming of a new being into the immortal realm. Many of you know that by now, that this being belongs to one of our deities, Aubrey." The oracle smoothly motions her hand, as though moving gracefully in water as she points towards Aubrey who stood up and placed his wine glass down to the table.

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r