Oh my God, she got the power Well, look at her, she got the power Don't fuck with my freedom I came back to get me some I'm nasty, I'm evil Must be something in the water or that I'm my mother's daughter With her icy stare and flawless hairs, Clea commanded both adoration and attention wherever she went. Luckily for her, she got the adoration and attention of Dionysus. Started : 7 August 2019 Completed : ??? Cover by CASHEDINSETH

Interludes: Not all the gods are gone. Seems that Dionysus, the Greek god of revelry, partied a wee bit too hard the night before he was supposed to leave, and was accidentally left behind. Alone and mortal on the lowest of all realms—Earth—Dionysus is forced to find meaning. But what meaning can there be for the god of joy and excess, debauchery and drama? Earth is bleak, boring and full of pain. Dionysus is beginning to think it was a mistake for the gods to leave without first ending all life. A mistake that Dionysus can fix. Paradise Lot - Urban Fantasy Series: The gods are gone. All of them. When the gods left, their last message to humanity was: "Thank you for believing in us, but it is not enough. We're leaving. Good luck." At first no one took them seriously. Until, that is, all the denizens of all the heavens and hells started showing up on people's doorsteps. Creatures that were once thought of as myth are now refugees striving to adapt to life on earth. Trouble is, after eons of living forever, they're not very good at being mortal.

(A short story) Good wine, possible sacrifices and ancient power. Here we meet a modern-day Dionysus. He owns his own pub, enjoys the company of others and had just had three cult members arrive at his door. But what these cult members don't know is that while they worship one God, another, more handsome, one sits at their feet. (A short story based on a writing prompt) Writing prompt: You have been kidnapped by a cult preparing to sacrifice you to their God. The problem, you're immortal. The God they worship was a close friend of yours, and the entire cult was the result of a prank you forgot you pulled centuries ago. (Word count: 6201) Cover made by me. B Rosser ☺️

"You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?" "Yes. Does that frighten you?" "It excites me" In which a young glamorous aspiring politician who goes by her infamous nickname "Dionysus" for her reckless behavior catches the eyes and heart of Henry Winter Henry Winter x oc