The Muses Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

The music filled the air, carrying across the mountain and down into the valley, out across the seas to lands near and far. One by one, others joined in—Aphrodite singing a melody of love and beauty, Hermes adding rhythms of travel and connection, Eirene playing harmony that tied all the parts together, Lysander creating music with brushes on canvas as he began a new painting inspired by the moment. Even Zeus and Hera added their voices to the chorus—Zeus with a deep bass that spoke of strength and stability, Hera with a clear soprano that carried the promise of growth and renewal.

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.”

"Be careful, Ria." Cryx and I, and the others have our own codes basing on Greek and Roman Mythology. Right now, I based it on the glory of Greece, the Illiad by Homer. The Battle between the Acaeans (Greeks) and the Trojans. During their conquer of Chryse, a town allied with Troy, the Greeks captured Chryseis and Briseis. Agamemnon took Chryseis as his crowning glory while Achilles took Briseis. When Chryseis' father learned of this, he offered a magnanimous sacrifice to the god Apollo for his daughter's safe return. Agamemnon then conspired to take Briseis away from Achilles and offer her as remuneration. This will allow Cryx to decipher that there is danger nearby and they plan to take Br

Just then. “Consentes Dii, Juno, Jupiter.” A song, but a curse one like a counting into everyone’s death is heard. “No!” From the scream that does not mean a thing, but someone’s desire, it continues with the tone and song. “Minerva, Apollo, Mars, Ceres, Mercurius, Diana, Baccus, Vulcanus, Pluto, Vesta, Venus.” Singing the names of the Gods and Goddesses of her fairytale, her red cloak, and indistinguishable appearance painted that bright full moon into crimson blood of her heart’s contentment.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

Celine nods, looking away from her, remembering the bad times before Nate and Fi had found her. “Free will, and fear, some of the many things we can’t control in others. But thank you for trying, and thank you for choosing Florence in the end.” Luna nods, “I know that the prophecy that you had said many years, so I waited for four before trying. Now, I regret not starting sooner, I am so sorry, My Dear One.” Celine bows her head in appreciation. “Anyway, I would like to talk to you about the task ahead, before my brother joins us. The sleeping Goddess is my sister, Artemis. Again, it’s more complex than mere genetics, but she is the Goddess of the half-moon, hunters, and fertility, among oth

Until my legs nearly gave out. They held me up. They kissed me. They whispered to me. When the water finally ran cold, we stepped out. Wrapped in robes. Dried each other. Sat on the couch. They looked at me. Elena spoke. “What is the verdict?” I looked at each of them. Sophia. Lila. Tara. Mei. Elena. Five women who had given me everything. Five women who had brought me back. I smiled. “All of you,” I said. “All five of you are my muses.”

Willow frowned at him, "I'm sorry, but Witchcraft and all that isn't my specialty." "No, it's alright. I was a bit confused at first myself." Willow smiled lightly before she looked back at Amira, "Artemis is the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, but the Romans identified with her of the name Diana." She holds up three fingers, "She's part of the triple Goddess with Selene or Luna in Roman and Hecate." She lowered her hand, "And yet it was Artemis that you came across?"

“Luna, Musu is here to see you.” Tyree peeks into the suite. I look at the clock and realized I lost track of time reading books with Greek mythology stories to the twins. “Oh, please, send her in!” I put a bookmark in the story about one of the Fates, Clotho, helping Hermes create the alphabet and smooth out the bedsheets so there is room for her to sit and meet the twins.