Drunk God Novels & Stories

“Just an easy dose to get you started.” I knew I should’ve panicked. I should’ve been terrified that I was being drugged by strangers in this shít. But instead? I laughed. I actually laughed. I’m officially insane. I’m sitting here, high as a kite, dead drunk, and doing God-knows-what with men I don’t even recognize. If Dax saw me right now, he wouldn’t just be angry, he’d probably burn the whole city down just to find the ashes of my dignity.

As I continued drinking the liquor that Drake gave me, I didn’t notice anything like they drugged me or what. The taste was kind of bitter and sweet at the same time. And because I have no friends here, I was alone and the triplets were busy with their other visitors, so I drank and drank to the point that I lost control of myself. I didn’t know how much I drank.

Her lips moved like rhythm. I grabbed the glass from her hand and placed it down. She grabbed my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled her closer and she hissed making me break the kiss. "You are hurt." "I don't care" She locked her lips with mine. She is drunk! I gathered her in my arms and walked out of the basement. It's already dark and everyone is sleeping. I don't know why Dominick is putting his trust in me and letting me roam in his house at night.

He said happily, “It’s really you.” The drunkard said disappointedly, “You’re such a loser. You couldn’t deal with these weaklings even though you have an Ultimate Golden Body, the Nirvana Golden Bones and Historial Curse Magic? How embarrassing.” James was stunned momentarily, then said embarrassedly, “I just entered the middle grade of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, Sir. The drunkard sneered, “So what? You have so many Supernatural Powers. I’m only at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, but I still can stomp on them like rubbish.”

“That child rarely lasts longer than me, he drinks too fast.” Darkous sat back, devouring bottle after bottle and the night drifted onwards. Goodwin was the next to pass out as he reached his sixth bottle of whiskey, crashing into the carpet. Michael followed closely behind the Corporal, barely finishing his seventh bottle of burning liquor before passing out; his head slamming back into the couch. The psychopathic lord lit another cigarette as he turned towards Dorian, each devouring the last of their ninth bottles. He laughed slightly as Joey plummeted into the carpet, rolling from the black couch. The animal-like immortal eventually sat on the ground, relaxing as the others remained uncon

He couldn't tell. Even though his blood had run cold at the approaching shadow, malformed and hunched, the spirit seemed excited. Waiting with tense expectancy for Babi to appear. It did not need to wait long. The God, ungainly he might be, was swift when needed. His dark eyes took in the wretched form, slowly trailing the body that was no longer inhabited by one he could call a slave. But that aside, the blood was still useful, even if the person was not. And, although he would not admit it, the taint of drugs in a human gave a rather splendid high. It could be grand fun when he was in the right mood, far more potent than opium.

He looked like he needed an exorcist. “Thersar, leave your stupid comments for those who find them funny. This god of dogs is already giving me enough of the heartburn with his drunken shit show.” I gritted through my teeth. Marlekeen remained expressionless. “Can you show me what he drank?” She asked, and I lifted the stupid bottle, which I still held in my hand for some unknown reason. “Lycan king looks like he had…well…few litres more…I would dare to say…of Darhana then he should have.” The creepy-eyed witch said.

"You bent a bit to mine. You and I know I am the only one who got you down on your knees. None other, demon or god can." "Shut it, proud sex god. Tsk. You are right though. Unlike you all, my head remains focused. I will have no problem." "We shall see about that. Anyways, no not bend for a deal. I do not want them thriving here. Prove to them who rules. If Serling is really behind him, he would make more trouble. He is a tricky demon." "And I am the god of tricksters." "I won't argue that with you. The hound is at the reception. Be prepared, he will be brought to you soon."

Left without a choice of a hiding spot, he rolled under the bed and heaved out a deep sigh. Michael stepped in, and from the way his legs made funny movements here and there, it was not hard for Harry to come to conclusions that his father was drunk — as always. Harry's heartbeats drummed death rhymes in his chest. He had never felt this way before, or maybe he had, but he just couldn't place any moment with the present. Not like he hadn't done bad all his life — far from it — but that, he felt like a criminal that would face a dreadful fate once detected.

DJ They made me sit there and meditate. It was so annoying. I kept almost falling asleep. I really shouldn’t have had so much to drink last night. It was a really good night, I hooked up with two of the hottest chicks at the party. Once I found out that Eros was my great grandfather, I started trying to affect the girls around me.