Muse Box Novels & Stories

Vane pointed to a corner of the basement where a small, wooden toy box sat, covered in a decade of dust. Mia walked over and opened the lid. Inside were old dolls, a tattered coloring book, and a small, silver music box. "The music box," Vane whispered. "Wind it. It holds the frequency of the 'Original Silence'…..the only thing that can quiet the noise of the Nine Circles." Mia picked up the music box. It was cold…..colder than the ice of the Ninth Circle. As she turned the crank, the melody that played wasn't a lullaby. It was a series of mathematical tones that made the basement walls vibrate.

“I came here alone to show you I mean you no harm. Whatever power you hold, I am not your enemy. Return with me to our stronghold where you can meet the rest of the Council.” “Er, can I ask something?” said Maurice. All heads turned towards him. “I measured the box here, and it’s clear the inside is a lot shorter than the outside. Is there a secret compartment?” “What?” exclaimed Bibler all flustered. “No. I mean, you must be mistaken.” “How does the box work?” I asked Bibler. “How do you make it fly?” Bibler produced a small box from the folds of his robe. “It is a complex mechanism. A trained pilot is required—”

Yuki turned to look at the box in the center of the vault. The box was quite large and made from pure magisteel, a type of metal that increases its toughness and strength the more mana it absorbs. This particular box was overflowing with concentrated mana. “It’s kinda intimidating honestly.” Mira said under her breath but everyone was able to hear it. “What could the box be keeping inside it?” Lawen asked. “Only one way to find out.” Yuki said.

The blue arcs began to retract, being sucked into the music box’s governor-plate. "You’re destroying it!" Madeline wailed, lunging for Elena. "You’re throwing away a century of evolution!" "I'm giving my son a world that isn't a machine!" Elena screamed. The music box began to glow with a blinding white light. The circuits in the walls began to pop and sizzle, the gold traces turning to grey ash. The Ultimate Price The chamber began to groan, the granite foundations of the mountain buckling under the pressure of the discharge. "Alexander, take Leo and Celine! Go!" Elena commanded, her feet finally slamming back onto the stone floor. She was holding the music box like a live grenade, the blue

I could see the arts and craft tape that Shori had paste on the box to cover the cracks, it was not the same but it’s tune was still working and there were some cracks that were hidden by the tape. I was listening to the tune on repeat past 30 minutes and was still listening to it still. “It’s not going anywhere Anu, you can keep it and get back to sleep.” Veer said a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at me. I shook my head in a childish manner because it still felt surreal to me that I had my music box with me. “I still can’t believe it, Shori gifted me this.” I said in astonishment still caressing the box like it was most precious thing in the world.

We need to work out what it is we are to each other. I put everything back in the box and placed it inside the drawer. While I’m at it I might as well look at what’s in the other boxes right? I pulled them out one by one, sitting them side by side on the floor. The first box had a wand vibrator. That could be used for so many things. Especially sore muscles. The second box had a peach with a little dent and hole in it. Looking at the instructions, it’s basically a vibrator with suction. Specifically for clitoral stimulation. Not bad. As I was about to open the third box, but I got a text message.

Turning to stare at the box, Olivia squinted her brows as she turned to gaze at Darls in surprise as she said. “That's the Muse group logo, right? I saw this box some time ago in Mike's study room.” “Mhnm… It's indeed the Muse group logo, and the box is named Box of Sin.” Darls affirmed, nodding as he turned towards the couple that was standing, as if asking for an explanation. Sighing, Jaxon again begins to narrate his ugly experience and how he had unintentionally come into contact with the Muse group that has been operating for years.

Music box .... Rose was transfixed by the object. It was quite incredulous to receive a gift without a sender's name. This would have been understandable had she been in Canada, but Italy... it was impossible for Rose to have a secret cult. She didn't try to remember, unfortunately the image of a man appeared that Rose didn't want to believe, perhaps reluctant to confirm. Somewhat hesitantly Rose opened the lid of the box that produced music by means of a series of pins placed on a cylinder or rotating disk so that it touched the teeth of an iron comb.

Moving forward, I have one job, make the Lancaster name count. “I'm a curator at Holloway Museum. I specialize in sourcing and curating artworks that complement a space rather than simply fill it…” A knock interrupted my practice. When I opened the door, it was one of the chauffeurs. He had a box in his hand. “Good evening ma'am,” I nodded in response. “This came in for you,” he said, holding the box out to me. I examined the box for a name. It was simply a black medium sized box. “Who did it come from?” He shrugged in response.

"Ugh, disgusting fools! You and your daughter have held me back long enough! Do you know how hard it is for me to find a muse? I—" "Muse, my foot!" Mom suddenly started lashing out. "Henry, you're just a loser who got lucky. You have zero creative talent, and you're weak, spineless, and irresponsible. I don't believe for even a second that someone like you could paint anything that matters in the slightest. Trash like you have no right to be talking about muses!" "...What?" Dad was dumbfounded. After all, for as long as he could remember, Mom had always admired him. She had never voiced her true thoughts like this before.