The Goat Man Novels & Stories

Carlos stated. "Then if you didn't kill him. How did he die men?" Alex ask him. "...A...A half woman...half goat shot him with arrow from behind." Carlos revealed and they was total silence in the car again. "...a half woman half goat like those in greek mythologies?" Anika ask him. "Yes! Exactly like those." He answered, and they was completely silence again. "Wait! You two don't believe me? You think that i really kill that man?" Carlos ask them.

Sheep or Goat? Thandi looked at the man puzzled. Sheep or Goat? He repeated, clearly annoyed. He was tall dark man with short black hair that was neatly cut into precision and no beard. He was neatly dressed in simple clothes with no stain and not a single wrinkle could be seen on his clothes. He had sharp piercing eyes that seemed to be looking right through her soul. Thandi shivered, she had no idea what he was asking and how she might have offended him.

Such a perfect prey whom I had waited for so long, and it was gone before I had yet to relish the thrill of the catch. This wouldn't do… Fortunately, he showed up again on the fourth day, but this time, he stood before me in broad daylight. He wasn't wearing his cap or face mask, and his sunken, pale cheeks belonged to Zac Lopez, my superior. He was crouched beside a flower patio in the apartment compound, his attractive hands holding a stray cat beaten half to death. As I passed by, he promptly put up a look of delight. "Sonia Carter! I didn't know you lived here. Can you do me a favor? This little creature is hurt, and I can't walk well. Can you help take it to the vet?"

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 baring long canines with a mouth wide enough to consume a fully grown man, it had a venomous Silva dripping from it's forked tongue which slithered like a snake's and instinctively the three boys leaped backward in defense. "I can see but yet it's still hard to believe,

Asked the man with enthusiasm before descending from his golem. "Yes! Some of them are going to be under your tutelage for a few days. I hope you don't mind." "Not in the slightest! I'd be more than happy to help the holy ones!" The farmer pumped his chest and took off his mask. He had gray skin and brown hair as the first girl they met, but his horns were about 10 cm bigger. His mouth was much longer, reaching his pointed ears, and full of sharp teeth. "My name is Far-" Another glitch, both him and every farmer in the vicinity started to contort in pain as they glowed in blue light and scream for help in an unknown language.

“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.”

The goats swarm him, greedily gulping down the pellets and then licking his arms with long, pink tongues. He giggles, tickled, and scratches the creatures behind the ears. Carolina crouches down next to him. "Do you like these guys?" she asks. "They're funny," Brandon says. "Their eyes are weird!" Carolina looks one of the goats in the eye. "Do you think I could win a staring contest with this fella?" "No way!" She gives it a shot, holding her eyes comically wide as she holds the goat's horizontal-pupiled stare.

Then Tukijo stood next to the door, preparing to shove the goat dung as lunch for the mafia that were coming to kill him. Five minutes later. Creak! Someone opened the door. Just as a man took a step inside, Tukijo stomped down hard on his foot. "Aaaaaaaaargh!" the man screamed. As the man gasped, Tukijo quickly shoved the goat dung into his mouth. "Here, eat this, you scumbag!" *cemendil = goat dung Chomp! "Ugh... ugh!" The goat dung was chewed by the man, causing him to vomit uncontrollably.

Gregory felt like any moment; he would piss himself. "I will give your message. But I can't guarantee you will receive a good response." The man threatened him. "So, If I were you, come up with the payment." As soon as the goons left, Gregory collapsed on his knees. He doesn't know where he could find the money for them. No one would lend him money anymore. Because of his scandalous photo, many more of their friends and associates knew that about their situation. He needs to think about the fasted way.

Over the crest of the hill, he came upon a herd of goats. “Hhhh,” he grimaced but made his way down into the flock, which by their placid nature, belonged to humans, and picked the biggest to drink from, washing the salt water from his mouth and filling his angry stomach, even as he choked on the gamey flavor. “You shouldn’t do that to a goat,” an uncertain voice objected as Thaelen sealed the wounds and lifted his head. A young goat herd clutching a stick in one hand and his cloth wrapped lunch in the other looked at him in confusion. “You shipwrecked, sir, or just… mad to be sucking on a goat’s neck?”