Dionysus Myth Novels & Stories

"An offer with a god usually leaves one dead." "Oh no," Dionysius gave a little shake of his head. "I am not one for blood. I profess peace and freedom. In every sense Loukas. Humour me." "Then what do you want?" Loukas had made a deal with the god of trickery and managed to escape unscathed, albeit a small suicidal scene, so he thought he would escape this one easily. How stupid. "I want you and Leonidas to have sex," Dionysus said simply. "And I want to watch."

With my last word, my eyes shut completely. The pain faded. I was finally free. —— Cassia's POV A thousand miles away, in a side hall of Mount Olympus. I stood before the communication array. Adonis stood obediently behind me. "My Lord Divine Official," I said with absolute, proud certainty. "The hero who slayed the Minotaur... was the chosen one, Adonis." Adonis tugged at my sleeve, playing innocent. "Will Aiden hate me even more for this?"

The gods gave them a chance to repent, but they kept pushing and pushing even though the merciful lords cared for their children. Mortals were their creation, after all. They were made in their image, and they were born to worship them but at the same time to be cherished and loved. It was hard for the gods to punish the wayward children, but it had to be done. In order to follow the right path again, they must learn their lesson. But one god, Dionysus, was especially furious more than the others. The humans’ king, Creon regent of Thebes, paned worshiping him and rejected his divinity.