The Muses Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Nor they were here to participate in any school mission. Contrary to what they initially thought, those itinerant sorceresses were actually part of an independent magus sect, which is the Mystic Muses. Mystic Muses is a group of sorceresses and they were all trained to be good in hunting and stuff. Together, they formed an influential mage sect with strictly female members only. The history of the founding of Mystic Muses dated back to ancient times. It was believed that the first-ever sect leader of Mystic Muses is a fallen deity named Lilith.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Several millennia ago, when The Moon goddess was living among all the creatures that lived in this magical realm, a chaos was ignited in between all the creatures. Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, lust and beauty, wanted to seduce the Moon and turn its powers to provide her with more beauty that could never be declined, even by God Zeus.

’ he said to his mind. Meanwhile, Venus (the goddess of love and beauty) with Diana (the goddess of the hunt), Ceres (the goddess of the harvest), Minerva (the goddess of wisdom), and Apollo (the god of music and healing), repented and atone for their sins. They just watched their fellow gods fight the sextuplets. They realized Jupiter had gone too far from challenging the chosen ones. What happened before was beyond their control, and it was still unknown to them. They knew something happened without their knowledge and they must have forgotten something from the past centuries. At this moment, they believe the sextuplets because they had witnessed their greatness. Either Jupiter was blind

Seeing me stare at them, Morpheus who seemed to self appoint himself as the middle person came forward. “This is Mnemosyne, the Goddess of memory,” he introduced. She gave me a gentle smile in return. I have never heard of her before now, but she seemed to have a significant presence. “And this is Eos, Goddess of the dawn,” he said, pointing to the Goddess who was ogling Adrian. I wanted to glare at her but instead gave her a sickly sweet smile. She looked at me blankly for a moment before giving a small nod at me. “It’s nice to meet you all,” I announced.

Blue asked, curious. "The Nilela are the ones who created the gods, Zeus, Ares, Athena etc and I believe Ruthless is a descendant of Nilela."

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”

Just as the fire caught and burnt brightly, the woods popped and smoke rose furiously, clouding her eyes and prompting quick tears. At the sight of the enormous smoke, Raine panicked, knowing what was coming. The fire sizzled and died down. “Hell, no,” she muttered in exasperation. They were out to get her. “The goddess has rejected our sacrifice.” The wolves cried. Dina stepped through the crowds and stood next to Raine. “This stand-in has angered the moon goddess. She fell from her chair and embraced the ground. She has brought down the wrath of the moon goddess upon us.” People hummed in agreement, rocking their heads.

"'If the caveman known how to laugh. History would have been different.'" "Stop," her twin demanded. Sitting side by side, I internally likened the pair's polar opposite facial expressions to those of Melpomene (the Muse of Tragedy) and Thalia (the Muse of Comedy). The contrasting masks of theater. "I'm not even kidding."