His Muse Novels & Stories

I landed in a Greek tragedy. I found a tree root that looked strong enough to hold my weight and sat down, with my elbow on my knees I held my head in my hands. Closing my eyes, I thought about how I got myself in this mess. Masi walked over to me. “No, we are not muses. Muses motivate and inspire Greek heroes, they wish they were like us.” she chuckled before continuing. “We are guides, guides to the four guar-.” She stopped talking, her hand flew to her half open mouth, eyebrows rose to be lost under her hairline and her eyes widened.

A flowing red dress framed my figure, and every careful stroke showed the artist's affection toward me. The artist was Anthony, and the title read, "My Only Muse". A hand-painted portrait carried a weight and romance that no confession could match. The entire social circle was in an uproar, shocked that Anthony, who had always been notoriously wild and arrogant, could fall so deeply for a woman. No one expected that after three years of living in the shadows, I would return, looking vibrant and more breathtaking than ever. Comment after comment calling us a perfect match flooded in, each one landing like a blow, leaving Caleb unable to stay composed.

"Aradaa. You’re shivering." "I’m fine." I tried to pull away from Kaelor’s grip. I wasn't fine. The fire in my chest was licking at my ribs. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. "The Muse... it’s not settling." "Because you're trying to hold it in." Lucian was closer now. I heard the rustle of his silk robes. "You're treating it like a curse. But it’s a language. You just don't know the alphabet yet."

Daughter of a multi-billionaire whose beauty had men falling at her feet - I could only be thankful for being able to be a part of her life, no matter for how short of a time it was. In an attempt to push her out of my mind, I picked up my guitar and strummed the strings to the first tune that popped up in my head ; mumbling the lines that I could come up with - which, very unsurprisingly, proved to be about a certain someone with night eyes that held stars. And while I had been looking for a muse all over the place, my very own muse and inspiration was sitting right there on the chaise outside. ━━━━━━

“I’ve never seen a private collection this large.” “Well, he’s been collecting them since he was a child, and it has proved useful.” I clasp my hands behind my back and look around, then point to a book on a pedestal covered with a glass case. The page is open to the painting of The Moon Goddess with the Menae. “This is how we found out Kas is a goddess.” Musu looks down on the image and chuckles. “Is it inappropriate to say The Moon Goddess and Endymion were more like rabbits than wolves?”

I could no longer prolong the inevitable. —We love him; he is our mate and our soul mate, our MUSE, we can't stay away from him,— said my wolf Kira in my mind. -What do you mean, with our Muse, Maximo is just my mate, not my MUSE, Kira what are you talking about- I asked her confused by her comment. Still, she didn't speak anymore and she cornered herself in the deepest part of my mind ignoring me. At the same time, Maximo helped me to get dressed, he removed my clothes and I was naked in front of him. Still, he didn't even look at my body, trying not to make me uncomfortable by his presence.

I giggled and smile so wide until I feel my teeth dried up. "Damn! Brent, I'm freaking doing this!" He laughed and told me to get the momentum going and don't stop. "But I have a lunch date," it slipped out of my mouth and he asked if I have found my muse. "Muse?" "Well yeah, the guy you're meeting for lunch. Is he your muse?" "Uhm, maybe?" "Great! keep him close, have lunch with him, let him fuel your creative side." "Okay..." He laughed again and told me not to be so awkward about it.

“About what?” “The pressure to conform to pressure from your society and maintain appearances. How it unfairly determines your future…” “Very optimistic…I’m guessing that you’ve had a rough week,” Anna says to him. She walks up to his desk. Henry sighs. He looks sleepy. “Artistic compulsion. When the muse attacks you in the middle of the night you can’t control your need to create. Even if you desperately need sleep,” Anna says to him. Henry sighs again and rubs his eyes.

She gathered her strength and threw a huge amount of light onto it. She was about to get in touch with Captain Moss. Captain Moss was informed about the second abduction in the Parabola. He called in the second set of witnesses for an interview. *-*-*-*-*-*-* In the middle of The Muses Emporium, the Music Demon appeared from the middle of an ethereal portal and took to the round raised podium. He was surrounded by a pale blue aura that reflected his calm and composed disposition. Being able to take on many appearances, today he presented himself to the audience in the form of a young, appropriately attired, charismatic performer – well suited to be a member of a boyband. His outfit was adorn

“I happen to be part of it.” Matteo grins. “You happen to be inspiring art.” “I am inspiring nothing.” “False. You are a muse.” “I don’t like that word.” “Too bad,” he says. “You’re a muse with emotional baggage and great bone structure.” I snort despite myself, immediately annoyed that he got a reaction. “Oh my God,” Matteo says, delighted. “I made you laugh. Mark the calendar.” “Don’t push it.” He walks backward in front of me as we head toward the counter. “So what’s it like? Being the broody man behind the popstar.”