Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

says mother in desperation. I stand there in shock as I’m hit with wave after wave of shocking information. It’s like truth vomit just pouring out of my mother without an end in sight. The story I thought I knew about my animai being the first sanguidae ended up being so much worse. I’m somehow paying for some love triangle among three Gods that resulted in Gods being killed and cursed. The very Orraikam I protect, the remnants of Fretez’s magic, only exists because a Goddess thought screwing over two other Gods would be amusing. I’ve always defended the Gods, but fucking hell, no wonder most people hate them. We’re all suffering because of their petty fucking drama. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

“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.”

It must have been the gods' will. Darryl entered the main altar, and after a few minutes of walking, arrived at a duty room, where he heard a voice ordering some wine. "We can finally drink now that the special envoy from the Godly Region is not here tonight!" "That's enough nonsense out of you. You lost just now, so you need to drink three glasses of wine!" "Pah! Three glasses are nothing!" Through the window, Darryl saw several Heavenly Alliance elite disciples gathered around a table, egging each other to drink some wine.

Flaming Qilin said, "What are the Western gods in charge of? Is there any other god besides the God of War Ares?" A proud look appeared on Thomas' face, and he said, "Three gods have awakened in the West now. They are the God of War, Ares, the God of the Ocean, Poseidon, and the God of the Sun, Apollo." "How many gods do you have?" Flaming Qilin asked. "We have a total of twelve gods," Thomas said. "How high is their cultivation?" Yan Wushuang asked. Thomas placed his hands below his left and right shoulders, and said devoutly, "Gods are undefeatable. They are the rulers of this world. They cannot be measured by cultivation levels."

•••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• In the age before men gave names to the dark, there were nine gods of war. They did not love. They did not hunger. They simply were — vast and cold and endless as the space between stars, moving through centuries like blades through silk, leaving only ruin in their wake. Kael was the seventh.

"It was familiar, you see. A echo of something once known." "A echo of me." The smile grew on Draven's face killed. "The gods consider themselves so clever, having their new hero take up where the one they rejected has left off. But they erred in one place." He had investigated as far as he could into the encampment, where his territory ended with an encircling row of standing stones, the demarcation between his territory and the neutral ground beyond. The stones bore inscriptions that it was agony to view directly, binding spells inscribed in languages older than man. In the center of the circle, three forest spirits contorted in cages of shadow and misery, their forms fluking manward and b

“Yeah, but you need those drinks more than me. Congratulations, Daddy of Three.” “Need them? I need a goddamn exorcism,” I bark, throwing my hands up. “Three! Isn’t that like a cursed number? A demonic number? I don’t know, but it’s fucked! Three!” The room explodes again, the sound bouncing around me as I slam the whiskey back. Yeah. Let them laugh. See how funny it is when three tiny devils are screaming at three in the morning.

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 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?

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.