Black Goat's Egg Novels & Stories

For a pregnant woman, the egg in the goat milk had high content of oxygen, which could prevent the cell and gene oxidation in the body, and could slow down the aging of the skin and increase the elasticity and luster of the skin. 00Stacy put down the glass. 00"Drink it." Harry hao picked it up and handed it to her. 00She didn't take it and just looked at him. 00Zong Jingsheng had no choice but to say, "It's nutritious. Let's change the milk in the future." 00"No," Stacy refused decisively. 00"You don't want what? Did Harry bully you?" 00Charles walked in and heard Zong Jingzhe's voice. He looked at the cup in Zong Jingsheng's hand and then at Stacy. "What are you guys doing?"

Soon, the day of the Phoenix Revelation arrived. Ignis appeared right on time, with King Alaric standing by his side, a smile on his face. Silvan and Celeste were brimming with pride. The ancestral hall was packed with people, many of them were beast kings drawn by the occasion. Lucian and I stood among the crowd. After waiting for an hour, the golden egg finally began to stir. “It’s cracking! It’s cracking!” Celeste screamed, drawing everyone’s attention to the podium. Moments later, the egg split open, and a black peacock with only one leg emerged.

The soft glow emanating from the eggs casts an ethereal light, further illuminating the chamber and enhancing its mystical ambiance. Amidst the uncanny scene, Finrir's gaze is drawn to the discarded eggs floating in the water. These non-viable eggs, with their deep blue and black hues, appear lifeless and ominous. They serve as a reminder of the struggles and sacrifices faced by the guardians in their eternal duty, a haunting testament to the circle of life.

"Can you look at that…I have literally peed myself because of that figure that looked like a goat, sitting up in the sky with its mouth wide open. Is that the devil in hell?" My body trembled violently whimd staring wide eyes at the goat figure eating all the…souls probably. His sinister laughter and body was the same description given about the devil. My family were all there, staring at me and then then shifting the gaze at the shaky sky. The sudden shock in my father and mother's eyes were not to be taken likely. "You said goat figure with horns and glowing red eyes?" "Yeah... What?" I focused on my mother who was peculiar about what I saw. "Did you see it too?"

Libulan asked curiously as he turned his head to my direction. “No. In reality, only some stray predators took the dead goat. When there were none of them nearby then the goat stayed there,” I said. “If the goat is still there, these villagers will assume that some of their leaders will die in exchange for the goat. But the truth is, the leaders who drank the blood of that goat developed a disease for drinking its raw blood,” I added. Libulan’s jaw dropped. “Why don’t you just tell them the truth?”

Alessia's POV Erigor told me a lot about his life in the past years here in this place. He did not know what the name of this place was so he then decided to call it La Krispana even though that was not its name. I also learned that there are stray mountain goats here that Erigor hunts to be his daily food. I see the dried meat of the goats and instead of feeling hungry and greedy, my stomach seems to be turning upside down. I don't know if that can pass as food. But what I do know, is that was his food while staying in this place.

I shook him, but he was like a man made of stone. I went back to the window. The goat was closer. The chain hadn't broken. The tree hadn't uprooted. Instead, the oak was stretching, the wood groaning and splintering in ways that defied physics. The goat’s neck was elongated now, its head level with the porch steps. Then, the goat turned its head. It looked directly at me through the glass. It opened its mouth. It didn't bleat. It spoke. It wasn't a human voice, but a collection of sounds—the snap of a bone, the hiss of a dying fire, the wet slap of a butcher’s knife. It called my name.

Blake held onto Koran and stroked her hair as she rested on his chest; she had gone through a very upsetting experience and needed rest. Blake looked at the two golden eggs on the opposite side of the bed. Was this how the Phoenix was born? Granted, they were birds, but how did Koran have eggs inside her womb, and how did I impregnate these eggs? They have a golden hard shell. This situation is all too weird to comprehend. At least it didn’t damage her body in any way. Her body returned normal as soon as the last egg plopped out. No Strain to the womb or uterus and vaginal tube; it was as if nothing ever happened. Too weird was the last thought that came into Blake’s mind before he, too, was

“This is definitely from the mountains, so you should enjoy it.” “Do I put anything on it?” “Some people like it with butter.” She arched a brow. “Goat butter?” She and her father had kept goats at their property for several years, until the last one had died a couple of years back. He shook his head, looking a little surprised. “Cow.” “You have cows in Fire & Ice?” Seeing him wince, she hastily added, “I mean Haedra and Celestina?” He lifted a shoulder. “It’s an import from the Earth realm, but they’ve been part of our realm for hundreds of years.”

I knitted my brows. “You're a bookworm? Or are you a goat? You've got the brain of one.” I tore out some pages, Exodus, and held them out as an offering. Pallor nipped them from my hands. He proceeded to eat Genesis and Revelation. I wondered how stupid Samael's animals were, and if their combined intellect was higher than his. I petted the roan's bony head. “Right. Good demon horse thing. Eat the Bible and be quiet.” I put it on a snow bank and he continued to nom. The hearse was stuck in a ditch, saddled with wood fit for working.