Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

“Selene and I thought it would be funny.” Blood pours from his mouth, before they can ask what he meant. “Selene?” Sil asks Iris. Iris looks around at the minor gods bleeding to death. Zeus, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena and Hera can’t maintain their giant status and are the same size as Titan. “They are drunk. She poisoned the wine. That is why they look so afraid. She had Dionysos poison them,” Iris tells Sil. “That is a good thing. It means we will win,” Sil tells her.

“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.”

“You belong to the Wood Gods now.” I lay sprawled across the altar, thoroughly fucked, body aching in the most delicious ways, pussy and ass leaking their cum… and already craving the next time my three wild gods would demand their tribute.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

“And if the gods are right, more will follow.” That gets their attention. Nythor finally looks up from his pan. “The gods spoke to you?” “In a dream,” I say, lowering myself onto a rock near the fire. My stomach rumbles again, and Fenrick laughs as he tosses me a slice of meat. I catch it and start eating mid-story. “They called themselves the Old Five, Rootmother, Solon, Luneth, Virel, and Galeon.” Zarrk tilts his head, listening intently. Even Hadrian goes still beside the fire, his lion eyes watchful.

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.

With such tastes available she could never quite understand why so many of the Gods preferred the less flavoursome lettuce leaves. The table would be full by the evening with platters of meat and fresh produce, complimented by jugs of wine and water for those he did not want to imbibe. The dancers rarely drank, needing to keep their wits about them, especially when the men became intoxicated. Looking across to the hunched butler his work was scrutinised before a sniff and a reluctant nod was given. No words were uttered, praise was unseemly for one in his position. Mandisa smiled sympathetically as Ishaq drew his hands back swiftly to avoid them being trodden on as the man stalked away, bark