Drunk God Novels & Stories

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

My husband, Nathan Sidney, is the top doctor in the municipal hospital. However, he refuses to treat my stepsister, Jessica Jepson. He tells me that it's because Jessica's mother, Janice Ferguson, is Dad's mistress, which makes Jessica a mistress' daughter. They don't deserve to be treated by him because they're the ones responsible for tearing my family apart. During a family get-together, we play the "Have You or Haven't You" game. When it's my turn, I confidently say, "I've been treated by Nathan. You haven't." Jessica smiles and pulls out a medical report from her pocket. "Sorry, Cassie. You've lost." Nathan's signature is penned on the report. As I clutch the medical report, I

I state, taking a seat on the trunk behind me. “Fine, little witch… ” he mumbles, before leading into his story. “Many years ago when there were many gods and they roamed the earth there was one made completely of darkness and shadows. He chose to stay hidden in a small cave not far from where we are now, on the outskirts of a small town. From his hiding place he was able to control all the darkness in the world. He was the shadows of creatures and the night sky… He was beautiful… But where there is darkness comes evil… And with evil comes people who wish to destroy it. After a long time of searching for the thing bringing the darkness into the world an arch druid stumbled upon the god deep

-+-+-+-++-(+-+((+---(-+-+--(-+-&+&++&--&& I heard my voice ordering another glass of drink. Okay, I am drunk! And not just regular drunk! I am drunk enough to we're myself as the queen of this word. I m drunk enough to beat the shit out of Blake! I am drunk enough to smash his head hard on the wall. I am drunk to forget everything about this life! I am drunk enough to make his life hell!

A blinding light erupted, splitting the heavens, and with a scream that ripped the skies apart, Kael fell. Down he plummeted, through clouds and stars, through endless bitter silence, until he crashed into the earth with the force of a dying star. The impact left a crater that bled fire, but Kael barely noticed. Pain like he’d never known burned through him as his bones twisted, his skin tore, and his very soul fragmented. When the agony finally ended, he became something else. Not a man. Not a god. A beast. He was the beast they’d promised. Above him, the heavens re-formed, their gates sealing shut. And from within their unreachable heights, a voice called down:

"Enough. You've had too much." "Give it back!" I reached for it, my words already slurring. "I'm not done!" He held his arm up high, out of my reach. The alcohol wiped out my reason. I stumbled and pushed him. "Who gave you nobles the right to treat us like toys?!" Cassian's face darkened instantly. The temperature plummeted. The aura of the Underworld God crushed down on me like a physical weight, freezing the air around us. I shivered, but the booze made me reckless.

he asked. I sat across from him and said: "I want a good bottle of painkillers." He stared at me for a second. He clearly hadn't been expecting that. The one real surprise was the painkillers themselves. Ryan had lied to me. The bottle contained a compound with sedative effects on mermaids, harmless to humans, but it would leave a mermaid in human form sluggish and docile, easier to control. By then my energy was draining faster and faster. The pain came and went, like someone was wringing something out inside my chest. There were moments when I just wanted it to be over.