Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.

It was intrigued. “You dare snarl at your god?” My god? The pieces clicked into place, and my jaw dropped. This wasn’t just one of the three gods of our kind. No, this was Azrael. God of the Wolves. That left Draco, God of the Lycan’s, and Orion, God of the Mages. Our three species, all created by the Moon Goddess herself, Lunette. But where were they? Maybe that was why Azrael hadn’t killed me yet. Perhaps he was taking me to the others.

Ellie I hoped to god standing my ground and not looking weak did it for him. I didn’t feel very strong, no matter what I said. My bones itched for me to grab that wine glass and down the whole thing in one go, but I resisted. I needed my wits about me for this, and I knew it would only taste like failure. I heard my father in my head, telling me to drink. I saw him pouring me wine with dinner when the conversation would get to be a little too much for him. I saw the look in his eyes when he figured out I’d started drinking without him, and how he pretended not to notice how often I smelled like alcohol.

Her lips moved like rhythm. I grabbed the glass from her hand and placed it down. She grabbed my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled her closer and she hissed making me break the kiss. "You are hurt." "I don't care" She locked her lips with mine. She is drunk! I gathered her in my arms and walked out of the basement. It's already dark and everyone is sleeping. I don't know why Dominick is putting his trust in me and letting me roam in his house at night.

Four souls, entwined by fate's decree, A woman, three men, bound by destiny. Reborn they are, from lives before, In ancient hearts, a long-lost lore. The oracle, with eyes aglow, Her power stirs, the winds shall blow. Her vision sharp, the world she sees, The god of gods, brought to her knees. When she ascends, in strength unbound, The dark will rise from under ground. Her mates, they walk beside her flame, Their souls as one, they share her name. Through cycles lost, through time and strife,

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

" I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet. I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear. But I also hated the Julian Sterling who said he loved Celia and abandoned me without hesitation. Even more, I remembered the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling who set traps for me with his own hands and cost me my mother and child. The twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling had, in the end, been killed by the thirty-year-old Julian Sterling. I lifted my head and looked

“Oh! If it’s those guys from the heavenly realm, I wouldn’t worry. No, these dark gods are in an entirely different league than the guy from the heavenly realm. These dark gods are the god from birth, they don’t need to cultivate and are immortal in the truest sense” “What about the Grand Duke Hai? Is he a dark god as well?” An old wise voice sounded out from the bed at the other corner of the room. Duke Tian Dong slowly sat back up after he had his fill of a long rest and recuperated. “Tian Dong, Are you ok?” Asked Zhu Wushang while Aurelia poured a cup of water for Duke Tian Dong and placed it at the table beside his desk. “Thank you.” Said Duke Tian Dong before picking a cup of water up a

Apollo says. “This is true. Besides, your sisters are giving us looks.” I tell them. We all look over, and Mykenzie and Kylani are glaring at us. That is never a good thing. We all decide that Apollo is right, even if he is clearly already fairly drunk. It is fun for me to watch the gods drink. It takes a lot to get a shifter or a vampire drunk, so one would assume that it would take a substantial amount of alcohol to get a god drunk. That is not the case.

The doctors’ words about slipping into a coma are rattling around in my mind and I try my best to fight the darkness as it relentlessly pulls me under. Please, please let me wake up after this. I never meant to drink so much that it would come to this. I send a silent prayer to Aethon, the God of horses, begging for a chance to correct my mistakes, as my body gives in once more. **