Drunk God Novels & Stories

“We're nothing but kids, you and me! You'll be surprised how quickly years go by. You blink and you're 21, dressed to look pretty and they're gonna toss you out here to survive on your own. No way you can stay alive, there's no food, bed, or anyone to take care of you.” “Under the protection of the Dragon God, I shall remain safe.” “There’s no Dragon God!” Frustrated beyond belief, Thalon let out a piercing scream and threw his hands up in the air. His voice echoed through the massive temple, making it seem even more cavernous and empty. “Look at what's around you, Avara. No one else is here! The Dragon God is just a made-up god for adults to blame when their lives turn horrible.” As a stubb

he finished. "Drink," he said and I hesitated, too exhausted to even open my mouth. "Drink Alicia, or you will die," he explained slowly. This time I complied. Cain My muscles were strained from ripping at the chains that held me as I had witnessed her blood spill over the stone alter. The source of my addiction, her blood, had been carelessly forced out of her body. Now its attractiveness minimized by the second. All this waste, due to a so-called god. Someone whom believed himself invincible.

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

The metal had solidified. It wasn't white-hot anymore. It wasn't the matte-black of standard iron. It was a perfectly smooth, heavy ingot the size of a coffin. But it didn't reflect any light. Looking at it was like looking at a hole cut out of the universe. It was a solid block of localized, infinite hunger. "Gods," Cord breathed, slowly letting go of the frozen crucible and shifting back to his human form, his chest heaving as he stared at the ingot.

What was the Moon Goddess up too? Drake returns carrying a couple bottles of vodka and some glasses. He hands one to his brother and then to me. When I don’t drink immediately, he rolls his eyes. “Are you one of them?” “I don’t follow.” “A goody two shoes?” “Drake! We are not here to get her drunk.” “Maybe it’s just what she needs.” “Lilah, you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.” But that was just it. I did. I wanted to get so wasted that I couldn’t even remember what I had seen earlier.

he clarifies his decision. My expression darkens at his words. My gaze cringes and breathing thickens. Heaving deep breaths,I realized my hidden morphed fist. "Huge benefits follows this requests" I persuade,he chuckle's. "What benefits have you which suits my desires?. Am a living god alpha Drake. The ancient spirits dwells within me. I pull rain from the clouds, spiritually battle demons,hea numerousl sicknesses…". "All sicknesses expect your daughters" I interrupt. Diego's daughter habours a wired and unrecognizable sickness an alpha blood alone cures.

Gods were standing around talking to Goddesses while they waited for their drinks so I went against going to it. I would conjure up my own drink. It was safer anyways. I walked farther in and looked around. There was no sign of Alexander or any of the Gods that usually were with him. I conjured up a strong blue cocktail and looked down at it as I brought it to my lips. The sweetness of it out shined the true strength of it. I needed all the help i could get. I downed the drink and looked around. The club was kind of small to have a party. I walked farther in and tried to ignore all the dark Gods walking around. They were oblivious that the Goddess responsible for their magical restrictions w

The humans here know to expect and sometimes even hope for supernatural shit to happen. After we have a few drinks, which will not affect Ari at all since she took the potion. Alcohol has had no effect on me since I became a necromancer. Not that it has ever affected me. I used to be able to drink a fuck tone and get at least tipsy. Being related to one of the Five has its downsides. Drugs and alcohol have never been able to affect me, thanks to being a demigod. However, I did with what I could do, but now neither affect me. I’m honestly having a drink for show and to blend in. It’s the only time I bother to drink or do drugs.

“If you really meant anything you said, I would've been dead hours ago.” “Don't discount me, though I jest,” he growled, speech slurred. He slumped in his chair. “I'm ferocious. Especially -hic - between the sheets.” I gawked. “My god. You really are drunk.” He glowered. “It's because my nature's spiritual: I get drunk more easily than material things. But I am terrifying. Aren't I?” I stared blankly at him “Sweet Devil,” he sighed. “I can't even scare a pathetic mortal. No one takes me seriously anymore, not until I'm hovering over their deathbeds about to chop their souls in two.”

i don't know, but many talk to me, when am drunk, he also has always visited me, and tell everything, like everyone else, he assumed he was talking to wall, and just before he left, he begged me to not drink and stay sane till you come, and i waited and did not drink, and once i saw you i felt I had fulfilled my promise, so i drank, and here you are and i here, how i got here i don't know. TWO HEART THAT BONE AS ONE