Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

😉😮 BRIDE OF THE SEVEN GODS 😮😉 Written by TOM 👰 She's the legendary master wife 👰 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴 🤴❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🤴

Silenus, his friend and familiar, calls it the 'Dionysus Effect', since he seemed to emit more of the scent when focusing too hard or churning with a lot of emotions. The god of wine musters his force to finish the last few lifts in his exercise session when the swing of the oak door catches his attention. From the echoes that resonate outside the four walls of the room, he can hear the centaurs practicing their archery with the maenads - the female worshippers of the wine god. The idea of the two beings having a shooting contest together is what comes to his mind. His thoughts were interrupted as a familiar voice rang from behind, making him turn just in time to see his trusted friend, the

Xassin. Erebus’ eyes are always the first thing I notice about him. They are ever changing in shape and colour, like a kaleidoscope. Today they were slowly drifting between crimson and topaz. He sat on the chair with the two other elder gods, Ra and Zurvan. They were all too composed on those thrones of theirs—the big three, as the others called them. Personally, I had seen stronger gods in my travels, gods that were simply uninterested in this hierarchy that was put in place, and exiles, demons that could make universes tremble with their power. And, of course, the other six heavens above them.

She felt drowsy and her eyes are threatening to close. -+- “WE ARE awaiting your instructions, sir.” Charon, some minor gods and a group of lampads formed two lines behind Hades. “Let’s check the Elysium first, then Tartarus, and Asphodel Meadows for last.” He instructed. One of the old men in suits, a deity named Rhadamanthys answered him, “I must say that your idea of making the underworld similar to the mortal’s resort is an innovative idea.”

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

First, he thought there was something in the alcohol but he also drank it. So, he discarded the idea that she was poisoned. Then he find out, she just passed out because of alcohol. And you all could feel how heat broken he was sti find his bride has such alcohol tolerance. He was sure, people were going to make fun of him. Him, the great wolf spirit, who has the highest alcohol tolerance among all gods, his bride can not even drink a sip. "A h.. I... d o... n o t... f e e l... s o... g o o d."

It can never be me! "This is Ogun (god of thunder); all that he accepts for anything, be it sacrifice, seeking forgiveness, and so on, is palm oil." He pointed at a carved god, as he poured palm oil on it, chanting some incantations. "We need to do this for all the gods present here, but not with palm oil." He said. "If it's not palmoil, then what is it?" Alex asked. "Alcohol; the traditional alcohol, which some call 'dry gin' " He answered.

"You bent a bit to mine. You and I know I am the only one who got you down on your knees. None other, demon or god can." "Shut it, proud sex god. Tsk. You are right though. Unlike you all, my head remains focused. I will have no problem." "We shall see about that. Anyways, no not bend for a deal. I do not want them thriving here. Prove to them who rules. If Serling is really behind him, he would make more trouble. He is a tricky demon." "And I am the god of tricksters." "I won't argue that with you. The hound is at the reception. Be prepared, he will be brought to you soon."

The humans’ king, Creon regent of Thebes, paned worshiping him and rejected his divinity. The god of wine and pleasure was offended. How dare they? He was the one who gave them their happiness, so he asked for vergence. And that was when the gods sent their beast. A mighty fox that was one of the monstrous offspring of Typhon and Echidna. A monster that pried on the males’ flesh, a monster that was never meant to die. And the fox wreaked havoc upon the unwary. He was the hand of gods to punish those mortals to put them back in their place.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.