God Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

I zero my eyes at it and instantly recognize the creature. Goatmen, the servants of Ishtar but what are they doing here? I feel my chest rumble with a growl thinking about that goddess of fertility. She pairs my wolves. The matchmaker or whatever the other gods like to call her. I don’t like her a bit, in fact, I loathe her. We’re enemies.

“I left my home in the Animistic realm of creation, and came to this planet earth, in the universe Ephesus; to contribute my quota to its development, only to meet with incarceration and starvation. Father of All Mercies, my captors have dealt me a severe blow by not feeding me properly. It is not thy will that your creatures will stay without food in this earth. I cannot eat grasses else I would have. I cannot eat fruits but mainly meat. They… they starve me without qualms.' His voice deepened with pain. 'Good Lord, my nerves vibrate with hunger. I can hardly stand on all four. My mane has become dull due to poor nutrition and my roars no longer graceful. Even the frogs now sound better th

The first one to realize was the leader, but somehow the leader dropped his head on his knees and bowed down. "Hail to the gods!" The leader said aloud. His instinct and good sense told him that these were beings praised by all, a god. "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" The world's population of no more than 1000 people joined in bowing and speaking out. This made the old man called god smile. "Could evoke intelligence simply by feeding on the demonic beast, this little world is quite exciting. I think this is the right place "the old man stretched out his hand. A thin light came out of his index finger, streaming toward the leader and entering between his eyebrows.

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”

He did not bite those words and invitations and simply moved forward to the third layer. In the third circle, the gluttonous wallow in a vile, putrid slush produced by a ceaseless, foul, icy rain – "a great storm of putrefaction" – as punishment for subjecting their reason to a voracious appetite. The gluttons grovel in the mud by themselves, sightless and heedless of their neighbors, symbolizing the cold, selfish, and empty sensuality of their lives. Just as lust has discovered its actual nature withinside the winds of the preceding circle, right here the slush famous the actual nature of sensuality – which incorporates now no longer simplest overindulgence in food and drinks however additi

Instead, their entire soul was consumed by the highest members of the court. Each of the sins, when harvested, would be converted into multiple types of food, it resembled human food but different. Lust was sweet and juicy like the fruits of the human plane, gluttony was fatty, envy was sour, pride was juicy with a hint of blood like a properly cooked steak, wrath was spicy and always gave me heartburn, sloth was bland, and greed always tasted overdone and dry like burnt toast. A variety of foods were served and placed in front of us. I motioned for my poison tester to test the foods before I ate my meal.

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

I shout out to the god in my head and it just laughs out loud. “You wanted power. I gave you power!” The god says. Everyone is dead. there’s no one left. All the magic, all the witches. all of them are gone. The deity sucked the very magic and life out of them. All in minutes, “This is not what I wanted!” I say with a shriek. “Yes it is. What did you think would happen? I am the deity of greed. I am always hungry. I constantly need to devour. You wanted power and now you have the power of all the witches you just killed.” The deity taunts me.

God. The God of Abundance—a deity renowned for his boundless generosity—does not stop my greedy, wandering hands. Instead, he completely indulges my lust. He lets out a low, shuddering breath, deliberately relaxing his broad shoulders so the heavy silk of his robes parts even wider, giving me unrestricted, glorious access to everything. Jackpot!

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h