Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

12 Olympian gods resided at Mount Olympus: Zeus and his wife Hera, Athena, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Demeter, Hester, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hephaestus and Ares. Since Hades resided in the underworld, he was once now not considered an Olympian god and did not visit the wonderful mount often. The nine muses, the daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, resided at the foot of the mountain. The Olympians dominated Olympus till the monster Typhon attacked their stronghold. Typhon was allegedly a 100-headed fire-breathing dragon. When he attacked Olympus, the majority of the gods selected to flee, barring for Zeus, Athena and Dionysus. Zeus was once in a position to subsequently defeat the giant monster wit

Because from her conversation, he sensed some kind of hostility from her against the military. At his gesture, she started speaking, "Senior Creed, The ones who ascend from First Glitch get the title of 'Sacred'. The ones that ascend from Second Glitch get the title of 'Ethereal'. The ones that ascend from Third Glitch get the title of 'Demi-God'". And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'."

“I would like you to meet the Guildmaster and Party King of the Boston Tea Party Guild. Brave of Dionysus, the Party God himself. The man, the myth, the legend — Rad Meister!” The only response from the crowd was a little applause and many perplexed stares. “A Party God, huh,” I mumbled. That was a perfect title for the Greek god of wine, pleasure, and festivities. Once the curtains opened, Rad Meister appeared, holding a golden goblet while his arms rested on the shoulders of four beautiful girls. I expected the king to be some pretty boy. Instead, he was a puny guy in a toga with a freckled face and curly orange hair. Having a pair of girls on each arm earned him a mixture of admiration an

The fact that him being the actual God of Good fortune was out in the open for all council members was nerve reckoning. "No actually I'll need you to come to my office after the meeting so we can discuss this." Luther said just to The God of Good Fortune. The God of Good fortune gave a small nod of approval before going back to his drink. The God of Good Fortune was one of the biggest drinkers and Partiers of the whole Magical realm, so he always was nursing a drink where ever he went. Noone had ever really seen him Sober besides Mazaya who was the cause of all his partying.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

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I threatened which caused him to sober up quickly. "You gods always abuse your power," He mumbled to which I winked in response. "So what's your plan for this child? The other realms are probably in chaos right now trying to prepare for the end of days." I made my way over to the countertop which held various forms of the strongest liquor in the oceans. Pouring some into a cup, I tried a taste of it only to find it being among the weaker liquor options there are in the realm of the gods. A sip of our strongest could turn an entire clan completely shit-faced, children included.

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

he said then drank from the small shot cup “But daddy why are you drinking the water with that small cup, it will not belleful you” “It’s a special type of water” he said “let me taste” she said “If I slap you... come on go inside” he instructed and she left.... Eric is seated in the mystic library with Eniola as she tells him the concluding part of the story “There are three different powers that rule our universe, each power is diverse and gets complex on deeper studies. These powers were created by the father of Yahweh and Kanedara whose name is GOD” “So God is somebody’s name?” he questioned

The sweet taste of ambrosia still clung to my tongue. Ambrosia... the drink of the gods- from Greek mythology. Why hadn't I remembered that? I'm a complete idiot: I let Corpseboy give me divine booze. Then again, it had worked wonders, banishing my fever completely. Of course, I could just be drugged...