God Of Music Novels & Stories

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Her melodious voice floats to our ears, soothing our tension. The last God steps forward, towering over the other Gods by a foot. He puffs out his chest, a sense of entitlement floating off of him in waves. “I am the most important of the Ancient Gods of Egypt.” He says, crossing his winged arms over eachother. “I am Horus the Elder, God of the Sun and the Pharoahs of old.” Jamari looks at me blankly, unsure of how to react to the group of Gods that just entered the Temple. “Uh…Hi?” She tells him, her tone making it come out more like a question than a statement.

His mind was on everything else and he could care less about a history lesson at the moment but he tried to be as with enthusiastic as his wandering thoughts would allow. “Yeah, I’m sure they do.” He tried for his best voice but failed woefully and decided he would just engage her so she doesn’t feel like he did not want her around because in all honesty, a part of him did. He could not place a finger as to why that was. “I heard he was the god of music and everything art,” he added weakly. “Yeah, from what I’ve read he is the most handsome of the gods, only rivaled by Ares, the god of war.”

GODS AND HUMANS Years went by, and Morolake, was left in the prison, the world wanted a befitting sentenced if possible she should be killed in the present of all eyes, the word war remembrance day was set aside to celebrate the wars that was triggered by the witch queen who almost put an end the the whole world, her pandemic would have ended it all, if not for the intervention of the gods and goddesses and many other heroes of men, there had been some speculations about human being complaining about been ruled by gods and not men like them, though no one had confronted the gods once over the rumors, but it was true for gods and goddesses could read mind, they had it all but was waiting to s

[The Climb] In the live stream, Stella was stunned for a few seconds. It was actually her favorite song. Everytime she felt lonely, hurt, sad, and hopeless, she would sing this song to cheer herself up. She had overcome countless difficulties while the song accompanied her. At that moment, she had a good impression of God of War Is Here. She wished that she could have met him earlier. “Okay, let me sing this song to thank you for your help, God of War Is Here. “In the meantime, I would also like to dedicate this song to everyone on the channel. I hope that you can be strong whenever you face any difficulty.”

as if she were calling out to the stars themselves. She looked so innocent, yet her excitement for the music revealed a passionate side. She pictured me as the star himself, as though it were the man from the stage holding her close.

Not only did she forget the kindness I'd shown her, but she also gave Jude the green light to dig up my parents' graves and humiliate my only sister. That was when I received an encrypted satellite call. It was from the General, Gunthar Vale.

The word “music” comes from the Muses, goddesses of the arts in Greek mythology. I never said it before, because I thought it was tacky, but you’re my goddess (especially your ass).—Zander John Lennon started his music career as a choir boy. I never said it before, because it terrified me to admit it, but you’re my church (although I plan to be inside you way more than just on Sundays).—Zander Your heart mimics the beat of the music you’re listening to.

It had composed the first song—the Genesis Seed—and set the Weave in motion. But the music had grown too complex, too loud, too chaotic. It was not the perfect, orderly companionship the lonely consciousness had envisioned. It was a cacophony of feelings and failures it couldn't understand. So, it had created the Editor. A tool to clean up the mess. To simplify the song back into something quiet and manageable. Something that wouldn't remind it of its own loneliness. The Editor wasn't an enemy. It was a symptom. The tool of a heartbroken god.

"Eu-terp- what?! Did you just insult me?!" "Euterpe, the muse of music, one of the nine Greek goddesses of literature, science, and the arts." Hanabusa interjected. For a second I had forgotten about him, my agitation receded . I also felt wronged by him but I couldn't do anything against his authority. Akemi's face flickered from irritation to confusion then back to irritation. "Nerd!" I opened my mouth but Hanabusa spoke first. "Look here, I don't care how you know each other, you can duke it out once I'm out of here. Let me speak so I can go."