Mythology Dionysus Novels & Stories

Heartly pried. I shook my head, "No, not junior. But something that would resemble Dion's name. I was thinking of naming him if he is a baby boy as Bacchus since Bacchus is Dionysus's name in Roman mythology. Remember, Dionysus is the god of wine in Greek mythology? But the name Bacchus was a bit off, so, I am thinking of something." Caroline nodded in agreement and commented, "Yea. Bacchus sounds off but wait! Have you noticed? Gin is actually a kind of liquor and that name has something to do with the name Dionysus!"

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.

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.

All because Dionysus was having so much fun with them as well. Dionysus was famous for his monstrous cock and stamina. And he long realized that his body and stamina couldn’t keep up with Dionysus. No matter how hard he worked to satisfy him. He worked so hard to the point he took his sword practice just to increase his stamina. However, aside from having a more masculine body, his stamina was still way too lacking. Dionysus was God of Entertainment for a reason. “Who do you like between us three?” Dionysus flustered, his face heated but his aura indicated that he wasn’t expecting such a question.

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Dionysus' back was facing him so he wasn't that very ashamed to cry together with his boss. It was a vow he had made when a second chance to life was given to him by Dionysus years ago. He vowed to be beside Dionysus whatever happens. When he's in pain, he will be in pain as well. When he's happy, he will be happy for him as well. When Dionysus is suffering, he will suffer for him as well.

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

I turned to Dion and asked him what's happening, and one of the rarest times in the world, Dionysus smirked sexily and said, "We're going on a date." MICS ARTEMIA

“Yeah, I’ve employed someone. She should be with us tomorrow afternoon.” *** “Come on.” Wrapping my arm around Dion’s waist, I felt the full weight of his heavy-ass frame settle against me. And God, he was heavy. Not fat heavy either. Dion was built solidly, with muscles on muscles. It drew women to him in droves. He was the face of Dionysus Rising, and we used his sex appeal and cover boy muscles to our full advantage. But right at that second, it was nothing but a massive pain in the ass.