Cooking Gods Novels & Stories

It was the mentioning of Alicia's name that had brought the conversation to my attention. As I reached the grand hall I found my brothers, all but one discussing and arguing heatedly about the blood sources of the city and about slaves. I had four brothers, Adras and Yura and Matheius was the ones I knew the best even though that did not count for as much. Then there was Daras, the high priest. I had never believed in the nonsense of the "the god created us" story. But he sure was making it hard to avoid him with the amount of power he possessed. I was next in line as it came to the rank of power and then there was Adras, Yura and last Matheius.

In the end, I had to prepare the garlic, onions, potatoes, et cetera while Blaze prepared the meats and marinating. Although Blaze isn't a human, but there's no doubt that he's skilled— no, he's an expert at cooking. He specializes in telling the dish's taste with his excellent nose and precise heat control of his 'Fire' element when cooking. If the first fifteen minutes is just to get the ingredients ready, then the remaining forty-five minutes is to get all eight different dishes prepared and plated. The others patiently waited for Blaze and me to finish the dishes on the sofa. "Hey guys! It's almost ready!" I yelled. "Please be seated!"

Philips snorted. Caleb squinted his eyes at Hayden. “I think I wanted to tell Uncle Mike to bake the celebrant seven-layer cake, which consisted of different flavors… He shook his head pitifully. “Alas! It seems the celebrant is annoyed with me and won't take anything from me…” “Get the f*** going now before I kick you out,” Hayden said. __ “Chef Mike should be called the cooking god.” Philip continued. “Tell Father we need Chef Mike Honorable cooking in here,” Hayden said to Caleb satisfactorily.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

"Well, yes. Now you know. What's wrong if I'm the cook? Let me go." "There's absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, everything's right. I'm happy. I'm thrilled." He went back to where he sat. Glad he helped her and his reward, Asha, with the walking recipe. Not just any recipe, but the only copy of a great chef, though he was sorry for Ninu's untimely death. He promised silently to help her, no matter what. He chomped the Bapa Pitha in one go and took more.

The house of the gods. Don't give in to the temptation. A voice said in Jide's head, but his nose urged his feet forward. It wouldn't hurt if he checks what was cooking and then continue his journey back home. Just a glimpse was all he was going to do. Who knows, the wives of the gods might be the ones making such delicacies. One sniff had enticed him. The aroma was just so inviting and Jide followed the sweet whiff as if in a trance. There was a cloud of smoke, but it was not coming from the village square, instead, it was emanating from the Dibia's kitchen, which was made from a palm leaf in a secluded area.

Elira “I was gonna cook these deer steaks the old-fashioned way,” Brad said, slapping a bowl of meat onto the counter with a thud. “But now that we’ve got a goddess in the kitchen, maybe she can just look at ’em real hard and poof—dinner’s served.” Crawl snorted. “You’re just mad she didn’t make you a glowing snowball.” “I’m just saying,” Brad grinned, ignoring his cousin. “Seems like a waste of divine power to let it sit idle when there’s hungry mouths to feed.”

He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically. James looked up and saw that once again, the high ceiling was painted with extreme attention to detail. This time however, instead of Zeus or Poseidon, it was of fields of wheat, corn, fruit trees, and cattle grazing in prairies. There were numerous beautiful, petite-framed women dancing in the fields and laying offerings at the feet of a seated Demeter. Suddenly, Tres broke into his concentration. “I think my popularity points just went up a few notches.” “What? Why do you say that?” asked James.

Everyone had thought that Mazaya would be The next in line but rumors went around saying it was someone from the high table. There were so many speculations going around the room. Most Gods thought that it would be Kye The God of Light. He was being swarmed by Gods congratulating him or telling him it had to be him. The only Gods in the room who knew the truth was Lucas The God of War; Bobby The God of Control; Kali The Goddess of Destruction and Velka The Goddess of Sin. None of the other dark members knew along with any of the other branches of council member

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.