Black Goat's Egg Novels & Stories

It moved with an eerie fluidity that defied its massive size. Pelin gripped my arm, her breath shallow. “Tell me that’s not real,” she whispered. “It’s real,” I said, forcing myself to look. “And it’s not alone.” Capricorn, the sea goat, swam alongside it. Half-beast, half-fish, its spiraling horns cut through the water with terrifying grace. Its muscular upper body merged into a powerful, scaled tail, propelling it forward like a nightmare from the depths of the ocean.

This egg—and its former owner—were equally stupid. “Hey, Loki’s kid,” I muttered, turning toward the kitchen to steal Shia’s dinner. “Your father pissed me off. Just remember—debts of blood must be repaid in blood.” The next morning, Shia went downstairs to take out the trash and found a small box sitting by the door. She brought it upstairs, opened it—and both of us froze. Inside was the transparent egg we had seen the day before at Mojin Era. Only this one was much smaller than the bone-phoenix egg. Inside, the same indistinct pieces of cartilage floated quietly.

“Dad, come on. Grandpa got these goats for us. That’s really thoughtful. The old storage shed’s empty, we can keep them there. It’s no big deal.” Grace rolled her eyes and jumped in. “Well, I’m not taking care of them. That’s disgusting! Ew!” Sometimes I wanted to slap my stepmother with a shovel. But I didn’t. Because then my dad would probably disown me. Just then, Dean arrived with the mama goat—a full-grown black one with massive udders and horns. I instinctively backed away when she entered the yard. But when the baby goat leapt out of my arms and ran to its mother, my heart melted. Grandpa had done the right thing keeping them together.

Alexander was surprised because with the entirety of the space, there is only a jade bed, on top of the Jade bed was a book made from unknown and rare materials with a jade slip and tablet. Beside the Jade bed was a large egg; its shell was inscribed with mythical runes and mysterious characters, illuminating space. Alexander guessed this egg was the reason light was flickering out of the cave. Pausing for a moment, Alexander eyes moved to the book placed on top of the Jade bed, then he walked over and picked it up; looking at the book's cover page, three words are written in Dazzling characters 'Primordial Chaos Chant'

His eyes zapped at once to Jezebel 's profile and luckily , for he him - she was too busy rummaging in her satchel than to care about him . Wilson sighed in relief and took two steps back , the farther he was away from this crazy woman - the better . " Aha !" exclaimed Jezebel turning to look at him , in her hands were five eggs - the size of a lizard eggs . Except they looked nothing like normal eggs - their pearly white surface was marked with grizzly black marking and they were literally oozing with mana that was too terrible to decipher . "Those -... they are eggs of Demon beasts " said Wilson , a horrible sense of foreboding rising in his heart , a cold hand skimming over it .

You could use your magic to hunt something. - Says the adult to the 12-year-old girl – the fox says, crossing her arms. A crack catches the attention of both and they stop picking on each other. They look around to see where the sound is coming from, and when a new crack echoes, they look at the bag where the egg was. Lucifron removes the golden egg from the bag, and sees that it is full of cracks. Sad he thinks the egg is breaking, but a new crack is heard and a golden beak pierces the shell.

“Zack said a wild goat is coming our way.” “Finally.” “Take it.” He gave me space. “Don’t be a pussy. Do it.” His body shook to laugh. Why were we hunting if we couldn’t conceal ourselves, although their scents were already good bait? “You should stop laughing, or you will miss it,” I whispered. “You got this. Just take a breath.” Then I saw the mountain goat. “Damn, she’s pretty.” I only heard a whoosh. Then, the goat fell. “Damn. I owe you a dinner.”

All she ever wanted was to attack these horrible hunters and drain their blood,' Diana thought to herself. 'Oh, fuck! Help me in my time of need! To stop drinking their blood or... hell...' Then she heard a different sound—a high-pitched bleating. One of the goats in the barn had woken up. The noise awakened several other goats, and they began to bleat, too. “Someone's in the barn!” Ali whispered. “No, the witch is—” “I’m going inside. You can do what you will, Kalah.”

That voice was loud yet eerie, like that of a baby yet carrying a sinister and odd charm. As everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the voice, a huge figure appeared in their sights. Everyone, including Andrius, was stunned when they saw the creature’s true form. Towering above them, it had a human face on a goat’s body with monstrous eyes under its armpits, sharp teeth, and drool occasionally dripping from its mouth. “That’s…” Visibly shaken, Briar cried hoarsely, “Gluttony!”

The remaining head of the horrible beast went on coiling and moving like a bit of wire, screaming in pain and without hesitation, Leonard pulled out its head with his bare hands, gush and a flood of blood had covered the once snowy grounds. "Why is it still standing?," Jeremy quizzed, the beast although without a head on its neck was still standing on its feet as though alive, following his question was the strangest of sights that rendered the three boys speechless, the once headless best had suddenly grown a head, however, like before it wasn't that of a snake, it was the head of a goat having three eyes, one at it's middle and two at its side and a pair of massive red horn, it was a goat