Eight Drunken Gods Novels & Stories

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.

Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone. With ruthless voracity, they begin devouring the mental essence of all in their path. They make no distinction between gods and mortals; to them, all are prey. Even Anuxis, a god of great power, and the other Archons writhe in pain under their attack. Their minds are invaded, their thoughts torn apart and consumed by these merciless creatures.

AURORA My eyes were drooping already. I tapped the side of my head with my palm and tried to keep them open, waiting for Chloe's male models. I shook my head and forced my eyes open, but nothing worked. Three years away from alcohol and my tolerance level had become so bad. Two cups in and I was already very tipsy. The door opened and a Greek god stepped in. His abs were visible underneath the black silk shirt he wore, tucked into a pair of black-cut trousers. His hand stayed on his belt line as his eyes swept across the room.

“So now—you must obtain the true affection of the other six.” “Only then can I restore your body.” The Beast God sounded increasingly satisfied with his own strategy. “My consciousness is fading.” “When I return from my next journey, I hope to hear good news.” “Oh—after I leave, each night at a fixed time, their affection values will appear above their heads.” The divine presence began to dissipate. “Wait! I still have questions—” But the light was gone. Clar stood frozen. Seven male leads. Six to conquer. Affection points.

Therefore, Samuel remembered it very well. "There is also one True God in Fu family. He is definitely an expert. He can even create a world," Samuel said. "Correct, but do you know that True Gods also have an end to their lifespans? In addition, in Eight Direction World, there will always only be three True Gods that exist at the same time." Yvonne said. "Why?" Samuel asked, puzzled. There had always been three True Gods present at the same time. This meant that as long as the three did not die, others would not be able to reach this level. This was a bit too strange.

No one wants to come near you because you stink to the heavens, your foul stench led me right from the edge of the forest to the hole you call groove, your brother wears robes made with golden linen, you’re here strutting about in skirts made of palm fronds, he dines and wine on a table of silver while you squat on plantain leaves and bones, eating carrion, and you dare to call yourself a god? I am not surprised for as we have beggars and mad men amidst mortals surely you must be the father and deity of beggars and lunatics, arise from your rags thou beggar god and set your affairs in order for today, you have eaten your last human flesh, after I have silenced you forever, your dear twin wil

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

One of the old men in suits, a deity named Rhadamanthys answered him, “I must say that your idea of making the underworld similar to the mortal’s resort is an innovative idea.” Rhadamanthys is not only a minor god. He is also one of the three judges of the all the souls of the dead who comes to the underworld. He, together with Minos and Aeacus, decide where the souls deserve to stay in the underworld. These three judges were once humans who received their posts as judges of the death as a reward for their good nature in life. Rhadamanthys was also assigned as the steward of Elysium. Elysium is where the souls of the heroes, demigods and good people dwell. For the guests’ entertainment, Hade

When there was no earth and all gods were still in heaven with Eledumare, they lived in peace and harmony until the greedy Laalu made them lost the comfort, there was one god that owned a dog, he was an hunting god and his dog were a male and female dogs, two of them had been his only friends, and were gift from Eledumare to him, he also fell and his fall was bad that his two legs did not only got broken, they were cut out of him and he could not locate where they were, so when he was treated and was alright, he could not move, and his dogs riro and Lokili were always hunting for him, and soon other gods discovered him, these gods could move around and yet they just would seat back and expec