Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

Sasha replies, his voice a peaceful rumble. We remain there, silent, watching the future unfold before us, immense and uncertain. The gods we once were , gods of money, power, desire , have fallen. Nothing remains but humans, bruised, complex, terribly real. The twilight of the gods has passed. And in the ensuing darkness, we learned to see light differently. Not as a consuming fire, but as a soft glow guiding our steps, the three of us, along the fragile path of our rediscovered humanity.

His large fingers point to the napkin. “Oh. Um, it’s three shots.” I will myself to meet his eyes. “Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnnie Walker.” A head tilt now accompanies his smirk. “The Four Horsemen adds a shot of Jameson or Jose Cuervo.” I gulp. “Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” I prattle on. “You’re an enigma.” “Excuse me?” The more we talk, the more I need my drink.

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.

But he didn’t care. As long as He could suppress the burning inside him. The Beast God is unfair. He only wanted To reach the peak of strength. Yet To awaken abilities He must entangle himself with females? Ridiculous. Even enduring the freezing pain every day Was better than being humiliated by females. Whipped at will. Unable to resist. Back to Clar’s group Under Lycan’s lead They arrived before a stone house. Two stories tall. Built from rough stones. But Far warmer than a cold cave.

“The gods are always in the stars, right? That's what they taught me. “Perhaps they originated from the stars, but I don't believe they still live there. ’ Silas’ nonchalant response surprises me. - What does that mean? They can't be down here with us. I almost laugh. - Why not? Why do you think the gods aren't walking the earth right now with us? Silas contradicts. Ragnar Henderson and Valentine give him a sharp look, which I know means they want him to be quiet. But why? “They would guide us and not let alphas reign if they could do that themselves,” I reply. “The gods are all-powerful. No one counters my comment, making me feel almost stupid for the response, although I feel like some of

River added. My father stepped into the room, a distorted look on his face. "According to legend, five gods, all like brothers, claimed our world. Dietus killed two of them, pushing one into purgatory and the other beyond death to rule over, and the last two separated, forming their own alliance against him. Njord claimed the seas, and Sol the sun and moon. Dietus was left to rule the lands, and, well, we know his ex-wife Lupa locked him away and started her own species, us."

“Because he was necessary.” Lyra frowned. “Necessary for what?” Ekreth’s eyes moved to her. “The end.” That wasn’t reassuring. At all. The dragon sighed. “You know the stories of the Seven Divine Thrones.” Lyra nodded. Every child knew them. It was about gods who shaped the world, ruled the elements and the gods who had vanished. Mostly. “What people forget,” Ekreth continued, “is that there was once an eighth.” The room became very still. Nyxar leaned forward. “There are only seven in the story.”

He looked like he needed an exorcist. “Thersar, leave your stupid comments for those who find them funny. This god of dogs is already giving me enough of the heartburn with his drunken shit show.” I gritted through my teeth. Marlekeen remained expressionless. “Can you show me what he drank?” She asked, and I lifted the stupid bottle, which I still held in my hand for some unknown reason. “Lycan king looks like he had…well…few litres more…I would dare to say…of Darhana then he should have.” The creepy-eyed witch said.

It was his first time conceiving such an idea. He walked to his chamber and sat in silence to observe his loom. It was no ordinary loom, it was made from various elements including bones of titans. He watched it weave and unweave destinies as it spun blue love threads, gold birth and death threads and red threads for other gods. His throne was carved from onyx and veined with pulsating veins of crystalized time. Axel sits here in silence, surrounded by floating parchments and living quills that write the ever-changing stories of the universe. Waterfalls of liquid light descend from invisible heights, forming quiet pools where memories and possible futures float like leaves on still water.

It was your life force, your mental capacity and your ability to understand mankind. After Malachi received his mark, he stood next to Nino as each member blessed and accepted him as the new Head Alpha. It was a heady experience as ten Zetas placed numerous gifts in front of him and he now had to choose nine. Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil.