Drunk God Novels & Stories

“Did I say they go to heaven? We are getting off-track here. Focus.” I refill my glass and down it as quickly as Kahn emptied his. I stare at my glass, twirling it until it catches the light and casts rainbows in my eyes. Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps I am drunk. At least a little. That's nice. “Thrax follows the blood god, do you understand, Johnathan? Even before all this began, Thrax and the blood god communicated. I mean, the madman will follow his god to the seventh circle of hell if that's what the god demanded of him.”

Lucifer watched Draven with deep concern as he watched him drowning in alcohol. "Haunted by lovely Sarah," Lucifer said drunkenly into his glass filled to the rim. "Big bad hybrid is haunted by the glorious beauty who shattered my little meaningless world into nothing, leaving trails of ashed memories behind for me to weep over," Lucifer said before bursting into laughter. "I'm a fucking lyrical genius." Draven grinned at Lucifer. "You're fucking drunk as shit is what you are." "Who's haunting your dreams, Davey?" Lucifer said grabbing another bottle. "Bitchy witch or witchy bitch?"

John quickly said coaxing some information out of hoger "it like he was possessed ,he was not the lad I know my alpha king he was like a God his aura was that of a God coming down to earth ,every breath he takes could kill" hoger said and after that was taken maybe to register into being a formal member of the airline pack while Linda and John were left in dilemma. "A God?? this is simply crazy any wayhe can't continue residing in our pack" John said and nodded supporting his own thoughts.

Drinking The Swaying Immortal was a popular drunkard, so much so that in the past few years, not one person had ever seen him sober! It was said that when someone made a product as addictive as heroine or alcohol, that someone should refrain from taking it him or herself. Well, the Swaying Immortal did not abide by that rule. Although he belonged to the clan that created the alcohol that could sway the hearts of Beastmen Warriors, the Swaying Immortal was the number one customer for the Heavenly Fox Clan. He had become so accustomed to drinking that Clara doubted if he was able to get hangovers anymore. In fact, the man’s title was a great hint to his bad habit.

"To my grandson. May you live long." The crowd echoed… "Salus!" Goblets lifted. Bread raised. Then— "Pft—" A strange sputter. Heads turned. Drusus the Younger stood beneath a fig tree, swaying, wine-flushed and triumphant. A silver goblet of wine in his hands. His grin stretched wide. His eyes—glassy, unfocused. Drunk. "Will the gods even bother with that?" *************************** The intoxicated Drusus, son of Tiberius.

Her eyes were huge, one hand clamped over her mouth like she was physically holding her jaw from dropping. After a long beat of silence she whispered, “Gods, babe. Do I congratulate you? I mean… you just got triple-knotted by the actual Drakvolk brothers. The ones people whisper about like they’re walking apocalypses. That’s not a hookup. That’s mythology.” I gave a shaky laugh and rubbed my arms. “I know. James is a full-grown idiotic animal. I just hope he didn’t give me any kind of disease from all his secret hookups.”

“I have to say, you do know how to act cool, Mr. Top Legatus.” The smirk on Draco’s face grew wider as he continued, “I am the God of War’s man, so why don’t you show me what you got instead? If you can survive me, maybe I can bring you to see him.”

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos laughed: “This year a beautiful goddess is dancing at the party, the gods have all gone for the conspicuous position, if we don't go we will all be taken. ” “Prettier than her?” Leon de Fuego remained motionless. “At least that goddess has a soul.” Finally, the God of Fire León de Fuego arrived at the banquet of God. He found a place and sat down, sitting in front of a dragon-carved wine table, a table full of purple glasses of amber wine, a wine tray made of jade, filled with ripe peaches, León de Fuego He smiled and shook his head, lifting his cup and drinking it down. O gods in heaven! Have you seen human suffering?

"I only drugged their wine. Don't worry, they will sleep like innocent babies and wake tomorrow with a mild headache, and that is all. Hush, now. No more questions about the men's welfare." Some were awake, but their eyes were vague, and they gave only cursory glances at the priest and the dirty boy with him. One man even called out in a slurring voice, "Father, bless me for I have drunk too much and all I see are vipers and scorpions, and they roll and twist around me. They are evil, Father. They are evil and seem to be sucking me off my soul. You must help me- must pray for me." "Bless you, my son, but you deserve every viper and scorpion that strikes at you. At least you are still awake,