Dionysus Parties Novels & Stories

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.

“I would like you to meet the Guildmaster and Party King of the Boston Tea Party Guild. Brave of Dionysus, the Party God himself. The man, the myth, the legend — Rad Meister!” The only response from the crowd was a little applause and many perplexed stares. “A Party God, huh,” I mumbled. That was a perfect title for the Greek god of wine, pleasure, and festivities. Once the curtains opened, Rad Meister appeared, holding a golden goblet while his arms rested on the shoulders of four beautiful girls. I expected the king to be some pretty boy. Instead, he was a puny guy in a toga with a freckled face and curly orange hair. Having a pair of girls on each arm earned him a mixture of admiration an

I turned to Dion and asked him what's happening, and one of the rarest times in the world, Dionysus smirked sexily and said, "We're going on a date." MICS ARTEMIA

It was exactly that, simple with the fun party features that Uriel has deprived of all her life. Chocolate fountains, cupcake mountains, cookies, candies, a hot chocolate bar, and of course, normal food for the rest of us were in endless supply as the Celestial Fairies continued to bring in more food. Dionysus, of course, was in charge of the whole thing, checking the bar, the food, and the drinking games. He had a damn beer pong table humans like to play. My grandparents’ wolves were all playing that game, causing hoots and hollers even over the large bass of music. Humans got one thing right, music. I couldn’t imagine the gods trying to bump and grind into a bunch of harps and flutes. “I’m

"C'mon, tell me about it. Ichabod's time loop game is mad, man. Can you imagine? an obsessed fan of mine also told me of how I promised to take her out, well I'm definitely considering that. Theo said looking over at Lucian whose eyes dimmed seeing something in his system. "Guys, our business alliance that were here yesterday is throwing a big middle year party till dawn, tomorrow. And we are invited to come with second parties strictly." Lucian read out from his system. "Yeah!! That's the life I'd dreamt of coming through. Party! Party! Party!" Theo exclaimed. "Wait, what do they mean by second party? I don't have no second party for now. I mean, we just arrived, literally."

It was Edward. "I forgot my towel. Can you bring it over?" he asked. "To Juliet's place. You know the address, right?" I let out a bitter laugh. Of course, I did. Every month, Edward and a few guys from finance would gather at Juliet's SoHo loft. They always called it a 'work get-together'. He took me there a few times. The men would slump on the couch, drinking, playing poker, and talking business, while Juliet strutted around in crop tops and tiny shorts like it was a runway.

It was the holiday season. So, I took my foster daughter, Megan Delgado, to the mansion in Syleria Bay to relax and unwind. From a distance, I could already see that the mansion was brightly lit. A woman yanked the door open with an impatient look on her face. “Who are you? You’re interrupting my daughter’s birthday party. Are you asking for trouble?” She seemed so sure of herself, so I thought I must have pulled up to the wrong house in the dark.

“Ah, you want me that badly? Both of you want to have me in your palm again, enough to sell your body to me.” Ryuzaki swallowed his saliva roughly. His throat felt like swallowing the sand. Although he didn’t say anything, the silence and his tense body emitted him was the obvious answer. Hades and Persephone gazed at Dionysus admiringly. Dionysus was famous for having a sex party whenever he had a chance to do it. In fact, Shadow constantly participated in his deed as a watcher.

But his friend insisted on making him make an exception for the Party for Spring. Each year, Olympus hosted a party for the gods to celebrate the coming Spring. The Goddess of Fertility and Harvest oversaw the whole thing with her daughter, Persephone the Goddess of Spring. Together, they created a bright and festive affair; the most talked about party every single year. However, Hera was interested in hosting it in her Palace, so they combined the event. Lukas hadn't been out of the Tartarus in ages. Even though his friend said it would be a party not to miss, said it would be good for him to get out and talk with people who were still alive for once. He agreed in the end.

Round tables and chairs covered with expensive white silk lined the polished floor of Percy’s pride and joy. There were balloons and string lights. Flowers and potted trees that blended in well with the decorations. Even though I couldn't stand Percy’s snake in the grass ass, he never missed when it came to putting together a celebration. “Can we have a good time tonight? I don’t wanna fight with you, Brielle.” “I’m not fighting, Kannon. And despite what’s going on … I am having a good time.” Instead of looking at me, she was looking at Monty.