Drunk God Novels & Stories

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

Every time I visited, I would silently murmur, "Mom, Dad… I didn't let you down." I founded Apex Draconic Technologies with my military pension and a new patent. The company grew at a breakneck pace and turned into the industry's new powerhouse in just a year. As for Jude, he was sentenced to life imprisonment on multiple felony charges, with no possibility of parole. I heard that the other inmates educated him on proper behavior, and every day was a living hell for him. Mercer Group was charged with astronomical fines for multiple crimes, including tax evasion and embezzlement of state assets. It went bankrupt and was liquidated overnight.

Their glasses met with a soft clink. They drank. Drake set his glass down and rose to his feet. His gaze drifted off, unfocused for a moment, as if something had just crossed his mind. Elena... he said. Since you think I'm not good enough for you, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to you and your family. Even if the almighty War God himself came to San Francisco, he wouldn't be able to save you." The thought stayed locked in Drake's head as he picked up his glass, turned, and walked out without another word.

They shake their head, “We can’t, but he can. But the level of malice within him was so consuming and was such a large part of him, that when he tore it from himself, it didn’t just disappear. It manifested itself into a living, breathing God, one equal in power and strength to Jartre. Almost like an evil twin.” I raise my glass and down the remainder of my wine, my mind feeling dizzy as I’m certain smoke must be coming out of my ears. When I glance down, my glass has magically refilled itself and already realising it’s Ezillus doing me a solid, I don’t question it, and instead down half the glass. “Might want to pace yourself there. I know you humans don’t hold your liquor all that well,” t

he grinned. Micheal leaned in further, “bets on what?” he whispered lowly. “The human.” Micheal blinked blankly at the god, unable to replay what was uttered to him. He shook his head, still frozen, watching as Peanut got up, leaving the table. “A human…his mate? His mate is human,” he mumbled to himself, his eyes snapping to the drunken god who had already swayed towards the tent opening. Placing a sachet of gold coins on the table he wandered after the drunken god, catching him in the shadows, grinning and waving drunkenly to a troop that jogged past into the night.

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

he chuckled before disappearing into the dark mist. I was left there alone, devastated, shocked. What he meant by this terrifying dungeon-like place is his real world? Isn't it more like the netherworld where life doesn't exist! I thought about looking around my surroundings. The strange wailing of souls was reverberating inside my ears. After some time later, I understood. ' Drystan was an evil god who does what he wants to. He went against the law of nature and brought me to life countless times. He's a lonely god who knows how to be full of himself. He never intends to be guided...'

Be a god, convert, then you will never have to worry about cirrhosis again, without even worrying about simply having a hangover, that's typical of the human race. That would be her problem, but that didn't stop them from drinking until they dropped due to the spree resistance of a week in a row, when they recovered a week later, they could already have another spree. The gods love two things to drink, Sake, Vodka and a good cachaça, sweets and good food. In addition to drinks, they were an empty bag that was what they said, starving, they had a munchies as if they were drugged, they ate well and ate a lot, the same was said of gods and demons, angels, they were the biggest drinkers.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."