The Irascible Immortals Short Story Series Volume 4-6: Irascible Immortals

By Ronel Janse van Vuuren

Immortals + Boredom = Catastrophe.

 

Something old and dangerous is waking, making the immortals act out on their crazier instincts.

 

When love gods get together for a convention, things are bound to get out of hand. Especially when Cupid keeps showing off and the Aztec god of love and games turns everything into a competition. Yue-Lao only showed up to get Aine's attention, yet he gets pulled into the madness.

 

Yue Lao and Cupid exchange roles to the detriment of mortals.

 

Kit has had a full life playing tricks on mortals and immortals alike. But the Age of Information has taken the fun out of everything. She's tired. She's bored. Just one thing bothers her: Apollo. When Apollo's antics threaten the peace between pantheons, only Kit can stop bloodshed with her trickery. But does she really want to?

 

Bast, Apollo and a Kitsune out-prank each other – leading to a blood bath.

 

Cynthia, moon goddess and protector of Earth, has issued an ultimatum: either Poseidon and Pan clean up their act, or the Norse pantheon will take over their duties. As the Greek god of storms and water realises the full extent of the damage done to his domain, can he keep his cool or will his notorious temper get the better of him?

 

Pan and Poseidon compete to clean up the land and waters respectively, causing more destruction in their wake.

 

They are all so busy with their own stuff, they don't even realise what is really going on…

 

Scroll up to buy now and enjoy the hilarity that ensues when bored immortals let loose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ronel Janse van Vuuren
• Release date: Apr 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215179185

Book preview

Russian Roulette

Mist solidified and he stepped into a building. The banner across the entrance hall read: ‘Welcome to the Centennial Love God Conference.’ Yue-Lao sighed softly and adjusted his robes hitching up under his backpack.

‘Hey, man! Long time, no see.’ Cupid, in an adolescent incarnation, high-fived him and had him do a series of ridiculous handshakes and fist-bumps.

‘I see you are over your cherubic infant phase,’ Yue-Lao said, taking in the boy’s ripped jeans, pink t-shirt and gelled blond hair.

‘Nah, it’s still great for the brand. But I heard Prende is going to be here...’ Cupid answered with a wicked grin.

Yue-Lao rolled his eyes. Three conferences past, Cupid had decided to woo every love goddess in attendance. Only Prende had given him the stink-eye – and made herself irresistible to the Roman god of love, desire, attraction and affection.

‘Talismans and weapons here,’ said a cat sitting on a desk in front of a large closet that served as the armoury. Heart-shaped confetti littered the table.

The two love gods walked to the line forming in front of the Talisman check-in desk. Yue-Lao handed the cat his backpack filled with red string and his tablet, which calculated the future of predestined couples. Cupid handed over his bow and quiver chock full of glittering arrows.

‘Thank you. Enjoy the conference!’

Yue-Lao saw another cat take his backpack into the armoury. He just hoped that these cats belonged to Bast and not to Freyja – the last time one of the love gods had servants loyal to them in attendance, Aine had nearly stripped them all of their powers and turned them into pumpkins!

Yue-Lao entered the drawing room full of love gods in various incarnations, greeting each other like they haven’t seen each other in forever – and weren’t each other’s competition for mortal attention.

He ignored the overpowering perfume of roses set in vases on every available surface – even in the fireplace. Yue-Lao far preferred the understated elegance of orchids and the unity they represented above the romantic and sometimes fleeting love roses symbolised.

He merely smiled and nodded in greeting, not wanting to talk to the others. If Aine hadn’t invited him personally, he wouldn’t even have bothered to attend.

‘If you’d all take a seat,’ Aine said as she entered the room, the doors closing behind her. Everyone scrambled for a place to sit. Yue-Lao didn’t bother. He poured himself a cup of tea and settled against the wall, watching Aine.

‘Welcome to the first love god conference of this millennium.’

Polite clapping and a few cheers quickly fizzled out under Aine’s glare.

‘Let’s review the last century,’ she said.

‘Do we really have to?’ Min asked from his armchair next to the window.

‘Yes. It seems that