Novel & Cerita Of A Muse

Aliana’s POV “You’re little--- what now?!” I gaped up at him, wondering if I’d heard him correctly. Sure, I knew in theory what a Muse was – if I didn’t, my father would be thoroughly disappointed in me. I mean more than he already was… In Greek mythology, the Muses were the nine goddesses of the arts, literature, and sciences. They were the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, aka Memory. Zeus, of course, was the ruler of all the gods on Mount Olympus, the God of the Sky and Thunder.

He was just a competitive guy. “The game is called Muse,” Vivienne said, her scarlet silk dress rustling as she stepped closer to us. She picked up her cell phone and held it up, moving the stopwatch directly in my face. “The rules are simple, darling. You pick a total stranger from the working staff, you make them feel completely seen, and you get them to kiss you without touching them first.” She twisted her razor-thin grimace in my direction and then back to Adrian. With a big smile on his face, Julian Vaughn was already stowing a leather wallet in his well-cut jacket pocket.

"Are you the 'Muse'?" "I am Mona," the woman replied, walking across the surface of the water as if it were glass. "The Fourth Sister. The one who was sent to the stars so the others could stay on Earth. I am the Chronicle. I hold the memories that were too heavy for the Aether to carry." Mona reached out and touched Elena’s forehead. Images flashed before Elena’s eyes: the ancestors building the first forge, the moment the Pact was signed in blood, and the secret "Backdoor" her father had built into Alexander's mind.

“With force, yes.” “Well then… who was indeed the lucky girl?” She curiously questioned. “Have you ever heard of Karma?” I mysteriously asked as I recall that specific scene as if it only happened yesterday. MUSE NOMINATION HERA WAS BEAMING like she was released from a curse. It felt like she was really bearing a great burden when she was the class muse. “So… who will be our muse this year? Oh! Am I allowed to vote?” She excitedly looked at Jeremy.

I introduce myself and wave to everyone present here. Everything immediately went awry. "After 5 years on business, just now Zaki got a muse." Said one. The other muse there will stare at me. "She looks pretty and strong." "Fresh and smart." "Maybe she's related to lord Zaki?" The more they say, the more often it is good and the less good it is.

"I told you, Chal. What I am is passed from mother to daughter since the beginning of life on this planet. We are the beings that control dreams and use them when we need to. Weavers have worked in the background of almost every big event in history. We've also been called Muses, if that helps." "No. I would have heard of them before this. I mean, I've heard of Muses but I always believed that was just a term mortals use when they have a burst of inspiration." He cocked his head to the side and his obsidian hair slid over his shoulder. He flipped it back and gave her his full attention again.

I am burning up with humiliation and I can’t seem to find any words to escape my lips. Alden continues to chuckle, as if he has won a prize, but then he stops abruptly and instead waves me off as if asking me to stop being embarrassed. His actions of kindness catch me off guard and all I can do is stand there in amazement at this creature far more decent than any human man I have ever met. “It’s just something I wrote when I was younger. Maybe in a short while from now, I will write something more interesting," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye that sends a chill down my spine. “A muse is a hard treasure to find these days.”

I said, having Jacob in mind as I ended my reply. "Wow, so there is a muse behind the song. Do we in any way know this muse? Or is it a personal muse?. We fans are dying to know, we want to know the muse that captured your heart to give us a new drop this season," he chimed looking at the cameras as he involved the fans.

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

"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.