The Goat Man Novels & Stories

She lifted her hand to touch the goat but billy moved it's head back and then bit her hand. She gasped and pulled her hand back ready to cry when she heard a chuckle from above. She looked up and saw a tall man with a teasing grin on his face. "I never saw someone putting their ahnds in a goat's mouth." Giselle sniffed as tears rolled down her cheek. As the man made fun of her, she felt more like crying. "There is a board saying to not touch the goat." The man pointef towards the board. "B u t... I... c a n n o t... r e a d... u n c l e."

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.

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

“You wanted to talk with us.” “We did. Please take a seat.” They nodded and sat opposite my large oak desk in the chairs next to Mulvey. “First my apologies for taking so long in finding out who caused all of this shit for the both of you. But they seemed to be somewhat of a ghost ” “So did you manage to find out who they were?” “We did. Mulvey managed to track down our ghost.” “And who is this ghost?” “A guy known well on the mafya world Orion Miller, does his name mean anything to you?”

And with that, he left as quietly as he had arrived, leaving a residual tension in the air that felt almost tangible. Ethan exhaled sharply. “He’s… weaving a web,” he muttered, finally allowing a glimpse of his frustration. “Trying to manipulate perception, using your name, using my loyalty. It’s subtle, but it’s dangerous.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I feel it.” He reached across the table, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear—a small, intimate gesture that made my pulse spike. “And I won’t let it touch you,” he said softly. “Not if I can help it.”

In the blink of an eye, three months passed. Three months later, a living being showed up at the top of Mount Stoyan. It was a man around the age of forty. He appeared rough. His bare upper body was covered in black hair, making him look like a gorilla. Upon seeing the man, Byron frowned. The man was a wicked powerhouse. In the past, he killed so many people that several ancient Orthodox feared him. When the rough-looking man appeared, he shouted, “I have several incomplete inscriptions.” James glanced at the man. Under the man’s muscular body, James sensed an explosive power. He sensed that the man was at the peak of the Chaos Omnia Rank.

Thomas closed his eyes. Of course. Then Ava groaned. Then Cassian groaned. Then Eryx groaned. Then Valen somehow looked disappointed. The source of the problem stood proudly beside Rowan. A goat. A completely normal goat. Chewing on Rowan's backpack. Then Rowan pointed dramatically. Then: "That's my food!" The goat disagreed. Then continued eating. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. An hour later they resumed their journey. The road curved through hills and forests.

“And don’t go thinking I’m exploiting him. I’m about to offer him the finest grazing this side of the island for as long as he wants.” Another burst of laughter overwhelmed her as she looked down at the tiny goat. “Isn’t he ... a bit small?” “Do you hear that, Pedro?” Matt ignored her and addressed the goat. “She’s questioning your credentials. I think it’s about time we moved on and found more appreciative company.”

" The last part of his sentence cut deep into Goat, and it was stuck in her mind like a broken cassette tape. "Seducing a lot of hapless victims, including her professors." Goat involuntarily recalled her husband's WhatsApp chat history and saw the heart-wrenching details in her mind again. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "She deserved to die." The man raised his wine glass. "I'm glad to see that you have been enlightened. You probably see it now. God is the only one who would never abandon you." This time, Goat grabbed her wine glass decisively and chugged it without any hesitation.

I combed through my hair in frustration. "You not dying. Rus-" he paused, feeling equally frustrated. "You not dying," he repeated. " you'd have to learn to control your urge. The elders..." "Fuck the elders!" I yelled, my eyes were flaming with rage. "No, fuck You! If you can't control your urge and keep eating every human that comes your way, the elders will get rid of you, and there will be nothing I can do. I'm trying to help you here man," he gripped my shoulders tightly, shaking them.