Backstabbed? Became The Goat Novels & Stories

They took everything I worked so hard for, but at least they left me some dignity. Now, even that was gone. Nathan Blackwood made sure of it. Not long ago, I thought I was smart; I could read people, protect myself. Now, I could not say that anymore. People I trusted kept stabbing me in my back. I got over Sam's betrayal and slowly rebuilt myself. Everything was in pieces again. And only I could pick them back up. No more trusting others- the price was too high.

They only recognized him as a Rogue who works with the enemies. No one remembered him as the Wolf adored by Violet, until now. “The lies and deceit… I told you the interesting part was coming. Who’s the backstabber now, Christy?” Evolet questioned, smirking at me. Cold chills ran down my spine. I could no longer feel my legs anymore. I hovered my eyes around and saw how everyone, mostly the elderly wolves of the pack, came to the realization of the big truth that has been kept away from them.

Justin said in a higher voice to try and sound girly. Ethan leaned forward. “Please never do that again.” I chuckled. “His voice used to sound like that until middle school. Poor guy hit puberty after everyone. Caleb used to make fun of him so much. It was almost bordering on cruelty.” Justin stuck his tongue out at me and I hit him in the knee. “Speaking of Caleb, what is going on there?” Ethan shrugged. “Last time I heard he had signed in with the alliance under Heath. He managed to find a Beta and Gamma when he took over. The pack was more than happy to accept him as Alpha. Well, everyone except the previous Luna and a few of Devon Cross’ allies.”

The animal hadn't moved an inch, but the grass around its hooves had turned yellow and brittle. "Brother, listen to me," the circus man pleaded, his voice cracking. "This black goat is evil—you can't keep it. It's already killed two of our handlers. You have to put it down. It doesn't eat grass, and it doesn't sleep. It just... waits." Grandpa laughed, a harsh, dry sound. "It’s a goat, you coward. If you can't handle a beast, that's your failing."

What they did to you? - Ben, the bastard Casanova accused me unjustly. – I lied. - Of what? - I don't know. - Babi, tell me you didn't mess with the CEO of Babylon, please. Ben looked into my eyes. - He's not just CEO of Babylon. He is the CEO of North B. as well. – Daniel explained. Ben looked at me: - You're just a pebble in his shoe... You know that, don't you? I nodded, scared and realizing what I had done and how much more it could complicate my life, which was already beyond difficult.

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.

Mathapelo leaned on Gail, weak and trembling. Gail tried to break the tension. “Did you hear? The neighbor’s goat got stuck in a tree again. It made three kids scream like banshees!” Even Mom laughed softly, though it faded. Abby grunted. “Animals are foolish. Children even more so.” Sandra hid her smile behind her napkin, thinking about her own acts of rebellion and the courage it had taken. Tshepo muttered, “I… I’ll handle tomorrow,” his voice low, almost drowned by the clatter of cutlery.

“I'm kidding. From every external sign, Michael hasn't made love in millenia. Then again, goats don't talk, unless they're Azazel.” “Uh-Zay-Zul? Is that a Pokemon?” “I'll tell you when you're older.” “You're already making crude jokes about bestiality and drunken hook ups.” Gabriel whistled lowly. “You're right. I've forgotten my dignity. What's happening to me, Callie? I'm supposed to be noble, pure, incorruptible. My apologies. You are a lady, after all.” He winked. I shifted uncomfortably.

The back shot met him unexpectedly, and I was also not expecting it. "Whaaaat thaaaa fuuuuuck!!!" I yelled at the instant, squinting to a corner in the tent for safety. I didn't even see Ekun, he came out of nowhere, and now he had stabbed Ubuntu, just like that, like the backstabber that he was all along. 'See what I was talking about…' Lusee whispered in my ears. 'the fuck, huh…' I squealed.

My blades sink into the soft, crumbling stone, sending sharp vibrations down my tired arms. I grope for my footing while watching the goat, only twenty feet above me now, still munching on moss and oblivious to the threat directly below him. He’s large, a pure, soft white. He’s maybe a few years old judging by the horns that stretch in nearly straight lines from the top of his thick skull. I need him. I want him. I won’t leave without him, even if I have to chase him up the mountain. I send a quick prayer to the Goddess for Her blessing to take this life. I pray to the older, forgotten gods that She answers then make my move.