Dionysus Nietzsche Novels & Stories

I shake my head at him silently and brush my fingers against the side of my neck, signaling to Marco that I need him to step in. Originally, I thought Dionysus was working for Zeus, but if Katherine was really the one who asked him to be at the event, does Zeus even know Dionysus is here? I don’t need to question it. From the smell of the contents, if I drink whatever's in that glass, I’m going to die. You would think the God of Wine and Ecstacy would do a better job of hiding poison in his own creation.

Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert. Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship.

Fairy Nero approached her, holding her hand to say “Please, my lady, if it is not for the sake of the alpha Lucian, then let it be for the sake of Ethan. That little kid has been deprived of so much since he was a child. I beg of you, have mercy on them just this time” The wise woman kept looking at the little pound’s tears, before she took a deep breath and said "I will give him a chance, for a short time, for the sake of Ethan, and for your sake as well. This chance is to prove to you that Lucian can never change. Nero, you must know that to the god he created good, he also created evil." Nero looked at her very happily, but it disappeared when the witch raised her hand, looking at her sar

"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."

Well, I lie, shamelessly lie, the best cocktails in Moscow! "They say that Dionysus got into a barrel full of wine and could not get out of it, because he drank everything to the drop! - the unknown person from the apartment laughed. - The devil, do Not confuse! It was Diogenes! Astarte corrected. - No, Diogenes in the name of philosophical ideas sat in barrel! And this alcoholic simply could not not hangover! – said the devil.

“He's gone to take care of his father's funeral. His face looked downcast, let's just hope that once buried, he feels that his father is in a better place. “I don't think so. We all know that the crimes he committed, are not easily forgiven by the moon goddess. So, you are aware that you are not in a better place, Rain.” I mean, feeling a little bad because that's the way reality is. Dionysus was not a good husband, father or leader. Therefore, I doubt that the few good actions he performed are enough to balance the scales. “Then, I will ask your father to take care of choosing the best men and preparing the plane for your trip tomorrow. Rest for now, we all need it here.

Sabrina muttered alone. “That’s good if you know.” “You’re lying.” But Cole didn’t even consider the option. He didn’t buy that third-rate excuse at all. “I am not. Rescuing poor whores from serfdom and granting them new lives? No, Dionysus was a God of Entertainment. He was perfect. Too perfect. I found myself enjoying someone having sex with another. That’s where Dionysus slips in. I am a voyeur. I enjoy watching, not engaging.”

"Boss, time is your enemy here. You have finally coped with Master Hermes' death for the last months. And, I saw you suffer by blaming yourself for his death, not even having the opportunity to save him from Zara or not having the opportunity to talk to him before he closed his eyes. I know you blame yourself over and over again. And, do you think that was what Master Hermes wanted you to do in the very first place? Blaming yourself again and again? Being miserable and in agony? I don't think so. I bet my whole life he is very sad in heaven right now because of your life decisions." "Do you really think he's up there?" Dionysus asked, looking up at the dark sky. The coldness of the night was

Maenads, centaurs, nymphs, and seilenoi or wind spirits began to show help, hiding the god's existence as they bowed at his feet. Now, in the 2000s, highrise buildings, upgraded vehicles, and machineries proved itself to be an advantage for Dionysus and his independence. With a company all to himself and Silenus tagging along, nothing stood in his way; no rival, no competitor, only allies. Dionysus, aged 27 for eternity, is now the man behind Victoire Wine Company.

“If you’re not an ordinary man, then who are you?” The corners of the man’s lips suddenly lifted. A smirk appeared on his face. Dante’s eyes closed, then opened with a certain radiance. “I am Dionysus. I can be reborn after experiencing death. How could I possibly leave you?” Those decisive words were mixed with the strong scent of alcohol. It created the illusion that Dante was really a God of Wine. His good looks were intoxicating. His charm was as wild as a grapevine. Once tied, it won’t let you go.