Black Goat's Egg Novels & Stories

The goat, unbothered by my reaction, managed to chew up the loaf within seconds, crumbs and crust sticking in its long beard as the bell around its neck clacked loudly. 'Watch out,' Ethan said, leaning closer, his eyes mischievous. 'Rumour has it that's the deadliest goat from here to Amman. It'll gut you if you so much as mention anything about trolls and bridges.' I glared at him, my cheeks flushing. 'I thought you said you weren't much of a joker?' 'Hmm,' he replied, his brow wrinkling in amused contemplation. 'Seems like you bring out the comedian in me. Who'd have thought, eh?'

As she watched a animal appeared from behind one of the rocks and came to the broom to drink. At first glance it looked like a young goat with thick white hair on its body and horns on both sides of its head but on a closer look she realized that the hair was longer and there appeared to be what looked like wings at its sides. “What is that?” Goyre smiled in satisfaction at the wonder she heard in Phoenix’ voice. Even her eyes were wife in amazement as she took in the beauty of the sight before her. “That is a Gyat.” “Why does it look so much like a goat?”

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

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.

"Meow..." Meat Bun held the giant egg, which was as tall as a man, in front of Zephyr Khan with a treasure-like face. Then, the cat's claws quickly cut across it. Suddenly, there was a crack on the eggshell, and wisps of exotic fragrance were quickly released from it. This was clearly a product produced by some type of enormous creature. Meanwhile, the liquid that flowed out from it was as pure as gold, carrying an incomparably enticing fragrance.

‘I have a goat suit – you know – symbol of raunchiness. ‘I didn’t know that.’ ‘Yes. Just a minute and I’ll look it up for you.’ There was a pause and then he began to read. ‘The goat has long been a visual aid in symbolic and mythological literature and stories. It has a varied significance: gentleness in one tradition and sensuality in another. Both sexes of the goat symbolize fertility, vitality and ceaseless energy. The he-goat (buck) is the epitome of masculine virility and creative energy, while the female (doe) typifies the feminine and generative power and abundance.’

shouted Al, then he pulled a large, broad sword from his back and jumped fiercely to slash through the neck of the Chimera goat. Keefe took out healing water from the bottle, and then, with the strength of his wind, he threw a healing water ball right on the goat's severed neck and onto the fallen head. The goat's head hissed and crumbled into acid due to the healing water. Meanwhile, the goat's neck on the Chimera's body fluttered so that the Chimera's body lost its balance and rolled on the ground.

Cracks appeared on the eggshell, and purple light shone from within. Sophie also stared at the egg. At that moment, she knew the Gorger, which had been sealed for a long time, was about to be born. This was the offspring of a mighty creature. Once it was born, it would command extraordinary strength. As for how strong the Gorger would be, Sophie had no idea. Under the two pairs of watchful eyes, cracks spread throughout the eggshell. It looked like shattered glass and its surface was completely covered in dense, web-like cracks.