Drunk God Novels & Stories

"I called you here to discuss us." I had ordered a small starter, nachos with cheese and avocado, because I couldn't drink on an empty stomach. The food was good, but I barely tasted it. Across from me, Liam finished the last of his whisky and set the glass down with quietness. His full attention settled on me. I could already see the shift in him, the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his expression cooled into something closer to anger and restraint. "I figured," he said, his voice flat.

"Don't you think I'd know whether Ms. Sanders has siblings? Where the hell would a nephew come from? You'll say anything to climb the social ladder, won't you?" He gestured to his men. "Bring me some liquor." One of his guys immediately handed him a bottle of vodka. Rex twisted off the cap, grabbed my jaw, and started pouring it down my throat. The burning alcohol seared my throat as I choked, my face turning bright red while the liquid spilled down my chin onto my neck and clothes. Rex's expression turned vicious. "Drink it! Finish the whole damn bottle! If you dare spit any of it out when Ms. Sanders gets here, I'll throw you into the underground arena and let all the guys there have a tas

Drake flicked the page with such care, fearful that moving too quickly would damage the book, “After living with mankind for one thousand years the gods returned to their realm, all but one,” It seemed that the tale had somewhat entranced the listeners as none of them noticed that Amber, Dominic and Grace had entered the room, until Amber spoke up, “Let me guess, the father of us all?” Amber offered in a rather snarky tone which was unusual for her, the gathered gave her a look that said be quiet and sit down, which she did as Drake continued, “The god who made himself a Demon stayed, within two short years he ruled over mankind with an iron fist, the other gods banished him to a second real

I said turning red from embarrassment for interrupting him. "Well I was going to say Tod." The God of Unbreakable bonds said as I grabbed the drink from him. I drank it instantly to recover from the embarrassment. "Theodore why do you always call yourself tod?" The Goddess of Life and death asked causing an argument between the two. I looked around to Everyone seeming to be having their own conversations, I felt whatever they gave me fast. These drinks were good. It usually took alot. I felt light and on top of the world. It was like the drinks helped to relax me but also energized me. I never felt like this before. I decided I would dance but first I needed something to help alittle more.

"This is your last day ugly animal, you self conceited Animal! You should better run or else I'll skin you off. Don't blame me for making me this angry. In this century no one would ever disrespect this God!" A God made his way to that annoying animal, Luis Park! And this God is Dripping with Acids! The stones melt! It means that this God is something. Unbelievable and Powerful! This God is coming! Nobody! No one! That God is coming! .... "This place is too dark for a handsome like me." Then he felt a cold wind. "Growled~" His stomach growled. 'So scary!' He thought as his pants were pissed off. But it wasn't just a cold!

“I have completely recovered from my injury. That is why you do not need to assist me anymore.” “WHAT?” “I figured it is not fair to push you in doing business immediately when you have not figured your identity as a divine reincarnation yet.” From the open window, an owl swooped in and landed on Fran’s shoulder. “So, what do you want me to do?” Angelique found it a lost opportunity to get closer to him and know him better through helping him in his work in the office, but he made a fair point. Until now, she is merely going with the flow. She still cannot comprehend that she is the goddess of spring and mistress of the underworld. Everything just felt like a dream-- which would go away the

Draven spoke of her briefly telling me she was no longer a part of our world and hadn't been for nearly seven years. I don't dare ask any questions now. How do you explain to your employer you see souls and can see his deceased wife's soul hanging about among other things. Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself.

A drunk, self-pitying smirk twisted his face. “Tell me,Kyra,” he slurred, swaying. “Do you think I’m a failure?” The smell of wine on his breath was strong. I didn’t have the patience for his drunken questions. My brows furrowed.“Why would you ask that?” He let out a bitter, empty laugh. “Why do the gods hate me?”he snarled, finishing his wine. “They ridicule me with what I want, then take it away.” I rubbed my temples. A headache was starting.

“From a scout who decided to retire early.” “Early,” Mara repeats dryly. Hazel shrugs. “I encouraged his portfolio to diversify. He’s diversifying under a snowdrift.” “What did he say before he went into finance?” I ask. “That Redmaw’s got a new Alpha, Draven Holt, who says we killed a god in the dirt and he’s here to make a church out of our bones. Same old sermon, new pulpit. He wants Eli back.” Hazel’s mouth quirks. “Says he’ll ‘purify’ him.”

Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power. Against them stood Ethan, a once-noble warrior, now twisted into a monstrous embodiment of the Water God's power. His form, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, loomed over the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The power of the Water God coursed through his veins, granting him unimaginable strength and control over the very essence of water.