Greek Gods Dionysus Novels & Stories

He hates getting drunk but sometimes he just needs alcohol to clear his mind. After seating on the bar stool, he took out a cigarette and placed it in between his lips and lit it.. He stood up with a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey in his hand and walked towards the balcony.. He wondered if his wife was asleep already. He wanted to give her a call but kicked against it and heaved a sigh... He decided to call Godvric instead. "Good evening boss." Godvric sounded rather hoarse as he spoke to his boss which only means he was probably resting..

"The twelve main Olympians are: Zeus (Jupiter, in Roman mythology): the king of all the gods (and father to many) and god of weather, law and fate. Hera (Juno): the queen of the gods and goddess of women and marriage. Aphrodite (Venus): goddess of beauty and love. Apollo (Apollo): god of prophecy, music and poetry and knowledge. Ares (Mars): god of war. Artemis (Diana): goddess of hunting, animals and childbirth. Athena (Minerva): goddess of wisdom and defense. Demeter (Ceres): goddess of agriculture and grain. Dionysos (Bacchus): god of wine, pleasure and festivity.

He looked like he was having a hard time reminiscing about its history. Aphrodite came to the rescue, "Right! Most of us have been friends since then. We grew up in slums, doing different jobs in order to survive and fulfill the needs of our rumbling stomachs. Me, being the face of cybersex, Dionysus... who used to rob the general's main house, Hermes and Ares as the known thieves in town, and then there's Zeus who abducted people for ransom... Athena who was once a stripper, Apollo as a drug addict..." My widening eyes went to Apollo. He smiled as he waved at me. "And Poseidon... the sex slave." What...

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.

“Ah… Persephone and Dionysus. Come here. Join our Hades.” Persephone; The Greek Goddess and the lover of Hades. She was petite and a curvy young woman with pinkish skin, pink eyes, dark red hair. She was so beautiful in the behold of the eyes. Sabrina was pretty but Persephone exuded a different charm entirely. Dionysus; the god that was associated with wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, and wild frenzy. He looked elegant, good looking with long flowing white glowing hair over his shoulder. And seemed drunk too.

"Hi." Zoey almost caught her breath in astonishment. Dionysus in a white shirt is also considered a deadly sin for her eyes. Her husband always looked so heavenly good in corporate suits, but he can also absolutely rock any kind of shirt and casual clothes. Heck, Dionysus could wear a mere pauper's attire and still look like the enthralling Greek God of ecstasy that he actually is. "Hi." Zoey breathily responded, suddenly remembering Dionysus' heartfelt confessions to her hours ago. "Should we go now? I want to show you around the town. There's so many wonderful things to see here in the countryside."

With his chest panting as he took in more oxygen and water dripped from his head down his face, he saw the figure standing there and did not have to ask who it was. The man gave him a small smile, removing the purple robe he was wearing and leaving it on the tiled floor before walking down the stairs of the pool and letting out a sigh of approval when he was fully in then resting his chest on the walls with his hands on the edge of the pool, looked at Loukas, "Nice to meet you as well, Loukas." Dionysus. The god of pleasure. The clear blue pool slowly turned red, a colour that brought alarm to Loukas' brain but for some obscene reason, he could not move. "What are you doing?"

Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert. Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship.

The feast continued late into the night, with music and conversation flowing as freely as the wine that was poured from both mortal casks and divine vessels. Apollo had joined a group of mortal musicians in the center of the hall, their instruments creating a harmony that seemed to lift the very roof – flutes and lyres blending with drums and lutes, mortal rhythms weaving through divine melodies until no one could tell where one ended and the other began. Dionysus had brought casks of wine from his sacred vineyards, sharing it generously with all who wished to partake, while Demeter’s followers passed around baskets of bread made from grain that had been blessed by both divine and mortal han

“What do you mean festival?” “Oh, the Balacchanlia festival? Good sir, it is a vibrant, multi-day festival celebrated in honor of Dionysus, the Greek god of wine, ecstasy, theater, and transformation. It seems you are unaware of our customs here. This one is a huge celebration. Are you two perhaps foreigners from the South or North?” Alexander nodded rigidly. It is as if the person who talked just stated his execution. “Why is that still continuing? Your old King is already defeated, a new one is going to ascend, did you even request his approval?”