Drunk God Novels & Stories

Alpha Vlad~ Same Drago. An incapable fool who buries his weakness behind wine. He’s pale and hollowed out when my old rag’s visit has only begun. Why does he think losing himself in wine will outrun his troubles? He drinks himself into oblivion but faces his future troubles when he gets sober. Same circle, over and over. Drawing in a slow breath, I snatch the bottle of wine from him. Fuck, this is the human wine: alcohol. I hear it’s stronger than ours.

she asked, getting straight to the point. Dr. Thornwood’s eyes lit with professional enthusiasm, a rare expression on her usually impassive face. “The Tea of the Gods, as the Elders call it, creates a connection between the drinker’s mind and whoever administers the drug,” she explained, moving to a large desk covered with notes and diagrams. “It opens a door, if you will, allowing suggestions to bypass the drinker’s natural defences.” I felt Amelia stiffen beside me, the description hitting too close to her own experience with Sera’s influence. I moved subtly closer, letting our shoulders brush in silent support.

Something wicked gleamed within his eyes, shimmering like two freshly cut diamonds. Running his finger along the rim of his glass, he snarked, “We’re gods, poison. Gods.” Masking my rage behind a blank look of indifference, I lowered myself into my chair and snorted, “Really? Between the two of us, who do you think has slept with more people? The twenty-one-year-old girl, or the two-thousand-year-old, temperamental, insufferable, antagonistic God?” Knowing it would piss him off further, I took a sip of my own wine and tipped my head to the side, giving him a clear view of my bare throat.

I never felt like this before even though I feel a bit guilty. I beg God to let me off this once. I just want to experience and feel what it's like to be crazy. The song stops and I look around to see what's going on. The lights dim for a minute before it turned on. Everyone makes sounds and I look at the bar to see girls seductively moving their hips as a new song drops. "Pshhh" I grab the Spirytus Stawski and drink what I can take down my throat. Afterward, I then move in the girls' direction but a hand stops me.

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.

God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings . "Haha!" Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!"

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

Edric I knew I was drunk. It wasn’t the kind where I became loose and couldn’t carry my limbs around by my own will. No. This was the light kind of drunk…the one where I couldn’t carry my thoughts. The one where ideas became so enlightening, they couldn’t stay in just my head alone. They had to live with others.