Percy Jackson Goat Guy Novels & Stories

No matter how many times Tomás or Zach told me not to listen, they stuck like burrs under my skin. My phone buzzed against my thigh. I ignored it at first, too tired to deal with anyone. But it buzzed again, and Goose gave a sharp mrrp like he knew better than me. It was a text from Carolina. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Breaking news: Goose has a secret identity. By day, adorable kitten. By night… There was a pause, and then another message appeared. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): El Gato Mágico! Defender of Newark. Guide of Destinies. Nemesis of all vacuum cleaners.

“I once accidentally summoned a goat demon in front of the High Council.” We all turned. “Wait, what?” Kira asked. “Well, it was supposed to be a summoning of historical figures. I mixed up the runes. Instead of ‘Ancient Scholar of Olyven,’ I summoned ‘Olyven the Goat-Tyrant.’” Kira burst out laughing. “Wait… that’s the one that tried to marry a sheep, right?” “Yes,” Nilo groaned. “It proposed to Master Elreth’s scrying orb before eating her chair.”

Tonight, there are not so many people inside including him and a couple of his men namely Duke and Rig. "I thought she's the bartender? Why is the person standing behind that f*cking bar is a bloated goat with a wide, weird tattoo of tweety bird on her neck." He looks like he's about to make a nuclear explosion with that face of him, he's so done and he badly wants to punch his men right now. "Bloated goat." Rig laughed like some kind of a grandpa while hitting his knee. "What the f*ck, that so funny." He even commented while shaking his head side to side.

The fierce goat was looking around with its furious eyes, searching for any signs of its child. "Yee…" Another scream echoed in the distance, making the leader of the goats anxious. It changed its direction and moved toward the voice once again. They continued like this for a while until... "Nguoo!" "Nguoo!" Some of the goats let out a voice of surprise and disappeared from the group. The leader also realized that something was wrong, but it continued following after its child. They continued like this for a while before arriving at the place where it started. The leader looked at the little goat, who was sitting among the red berry shrubs and eating the yellow pear, with a happy expression

As they ventured into the forest, Marcus trailed behind Pascal in search of Centaur. Suddenly, Pascal stopped in his tracks and sniffed the air. In a flash, he teleported to where Centaur was roasting a whole goat over a blazing fire. Marcus was taken aback by the sight and remarked, "That's quite a feast you have there. What a wild horse you are."

My wide eyes caught the sight of the big Minotaur who was drinking out of a large bucket because his hands were too large to hold on to the a glass. “Well, there she is, the woman we have been talking about.” I squeaked, shutting the door and tried to run back to my room. Pulling on the door handle, the pounding of feet, hooves and slithers on the carpet had me panicking as I tried to pull the door again. “We will not hurt you,” the little satyr, the half goat half human, put his hand on my arm. His eyes looked that of a goat with the funny slits in them.

“Baby goats are called kids.” The heavy set one turned his glare on him. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything? Are you making fun of me, you little shit? Think you’re better than me?” “Enough,” the fourth one snapped. It was a cold, hard voice, and I shivered at the sound of it. “Focus, you idiots. Get the beast out of there and neutralize it, then argue about whatever stupid ideas are in those little heads of yours.”