Percy Jackson Goat Guy Novels & Stories

he said to me. “Don’t even blame that one on me a** hat.” I said back to him. The centaur reached his hand out to me. I shook it. “My name is Lizeon. I have lived here my entire life. Where are you two from?” He asked us. He was tall with the lower body of a horse and his torso up was that of a man. He had tanned skin and long brown hair. He carried a bow and arrow on his back. “I am Gabriel, and this is Kai, my beta.” Lizeon looked at me curiously.

"He's not a bad guy, but he's been closed up in that cave for so long." "You mean he's not bad, but he's a little strange?" Alec asks. I laugh—he's so quick. "You're right. He's strange." "Very strange." Alec laughs too. I start to reply, but something in the tunnel catches my eye. It’s hard to believe it, but it’s a half-goat, half-man. A faun! He walks down the tunnel, carrying a lantern in one hand. Seeing me watching, he frowns at me.

The thought warmed him unexpectedly. Then, a scream echoed across the courtyard. Both immediately sighed in unison. "That's Cassian." "That's Cassian." Again, in unison. Neither looked surprised. They found him near the festival competition grounds, naturally, surrounded by a crowd of students. Also naturally. What wasn't natural was the goat: a very large, very angry, and very fast goat. Cassian sprinted across the field with the goat following close behind, driven by sheer determination and what appeared to be personal hatred.

Looked at it. “Meeeeeh.” Mason scrambled to his feet. “Yes. It’s bigger than you.” Gerald lowered his head again. “No.” “Meeeeeh.” “No.” Gerald charged. “WHY DO I BOTHER?” This time the mark beneath Gerald’s collar flashed. Green light exploded from his tiny horns. The enormous root recoiled. Everyone froze. Gerald froze too. He slowly looked up at his own horns. “Meeeeeh?” Rowan pointed. “Did the goat just use magic?”

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.

Just Edith ? “Uh, in old-fashioned Greek, making implies an awesome creature,” my sister begins, “and it's a half-breed beast with the body of a goat, the tail of a serpent or winged serpent, and the upper part of a lion.— Although there are individuals who say that it only had three heads: one of a lion, another of

Said Liem who was still anxious. Suddenly, out of the black light, a creature in the form of a human body but with the head of a goat, came out. It seemed like I was speaking to that creature in a language I didn't understand to the Dragon Serpent. And then not long after that the human being with the head of a goat said a word to Liem "What did he say?" Liem said to himself "Thank you, young man," said the goat-headed man to Liem Suddenly how surprised 'Liem' was for the first time he 'Liem' saw a creature like this firsthand.

Funnily enough, I don’t hesitate to take it and start writing notes about some of the things I have heard about today. “What’s he?” I ask, pointing to the man sitting a few tables away. By man, I mostly mean goat. He reminded me a bit of a satyr except he was extremely short and circular, with more of a snout and two large protruding horns out the two sides of his head that were not only thick but curled. “Rubusk.” Corvu states confidently as I take a sip of the odd drink I was given, “They have a mean headbutt and back-kick. But that’s a woman.” I almost choke on my drink but managing to keep it together I say,

All of us walked to a black SUV that was parked in front. Two of the guys got in front while Apollo, me, and the other two got in the back. "What's your name pretty girl?" the blonde guy in front asked me. "Samantha Black," I replied playing with my fingers. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Nathan." He said turning his head to me. "I'm Adonis," the dark-haired guy that sits next to me says. "I'm Poseidon," the other dark hair guy next to Apollo says. "And the one driving is Zeus," Poseidon says pointing at the brown hair guy in front. I must admit all of them are good looking but the guy named Zeus scares me. He's giving me looks that could kill me.

Then a voice behind us goes: “Damn! If I wasn’t in such a hurry, I’d have to join the two of you. Unfortunately, time is of the essence.” Arya and I launch apart, both of us half-shifting in a heartbeat. Standing in our kitchen, looking about as smug as a cat in a henhouse, is a teenage-looking boy with curly blonde hair, a toga, a winged helmet, and winged shoes. Arya snarls. “Who the fuck are you?!” “Hermes. Messenger of the gods. God of crossroads and travelers,” he says, casual as hell. I snarl, ready to rip the damn wings off his sandals. “What the fuck is a Greek god doing in our house—watching us fuck?!”