Eight Drunken Gods Novelas e Histórias

“D*mn it! Who are these people? Why did several masters in the Third-grade ultimate god-level appear?” The remaining disciples of the Bloodshed Clan were appalled at how sudden everything changed. One second ago, they did not pay much notice toward these men who barged into the sacred grounds, but who would have thought that so many masters of the ultimate god-level would rush out the next second. There were five masters in the Third-grade ultimate god level and one of them was in the Fourth-grade ultimate god level. This caused them to be instantly stunned.

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

"I'm not very good with Sins." "I only brought along a few of my brothers and my sister," Shinee says. There are seven of them in total, with four already standing in the room with me. I don't know where Damon fits in with all the immortals, but I doubt he is very important. "Ira, Astro and Cian." The names spark back memories of them. I don't mind Cian so much. I like his honesty and how forthcoming he is. Of course, I would never invest my trust in him, but he's one of the more normal ones that I've come across.

"To my grandson. May you live long." The crowd echoed… "Salus!" Goblets lifted. Bread raised. Then— "Pft—" A strange sputter. Heads turned. Drusus the Younger stood beneath a fig tree, swaying, wine-flushed and triumphant. A silver goblet of wine in his hands. His grin stretched wide. His eyes—glassy, unfocused. Drunk. "Will the gods even bother with that?" *************************** The intoxicated Drusus, son of Tiberius.

She picks the copper bowl up and holds it to the sky, praying to the Goddess once more, then turns in the four cardinal directions, North, East, South, and West, intoning the same prayer to gods I’ve never even heard of. The high mistress drinks from the bowl, then holds it out to me. “Drink, Easton, and join your brothers.” I obediently take the bowl and swallow the salty blood. My father drinks from the bowl, then hands it to Isaac. The bowl goes from member to member, each of them drinking from it until it’s completely empty. A strong wind gushes through the chamber, snuffing out all the candles. The painted symbols against the wall light up, bathing the room in a painfully bright, white

I flick my wrist and the fire leaps from my palm. "How can you still do this?" I hear Ash ask. I tug a little at the freezing metal collar around my neck. "I'm not really sure," I murmur. "I wish I could do it," he mutters. "I'll teach you how when we get out of here," I tell him. I concentrate on the fire again, moving the matching flames in Ash's cell as well. "In the beginning there were seven gods, the most powerful of which were the twins Zahra and Kilano. Zahra was the goddess of life and Kilano the god of fire and ashes. Together they created the dragons."

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

In the garden, they were there and continued their failed bonding in the past. Raven laid a cloth on the floor and they all sat there while Hugo arranged the fried chicken they ordered. “So you mean, angels don’t get drunk?” Raven asked Josh. “But why can’t angels drink wine? Isn’t that forbidden?” Damon asked. “It’s forbidden for Tyler but for me, I can drink all I want,” Josh said, smiling. Damon frowned. “You’re not allowed to drink alcohol?” Hugo asked Tyler. “Yeah,” said Tyler. “But you’re drinking now,” said Kyra.

Quintus asked tentatively, “Who are you referring to? You have been mentioning them for a while.” Xanthakos narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling without saying a word. Shortly after, three black and white lights shot toward them at high speed, materializing into two men and one woman. The moment he saw the trio, Xanthakos was stunned. He hurriedly knelt, kowtowing in fear. “Your Holiness.” Startled by the trio’s overwhelming presence, Quintus also knelt warily. These two men and one woman were none other than Yefrenes Goveia, Quintinus Qrandell, and Amos Xiereb, three of the Caeloros Gods of Nothingness.

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.