روايات وقصص ضمن Bitten By The Dog I Abandoned Chapter 1

All of a sudden, Honey’s frantic bark brought me out of my musings. "What is it, Honey?" I asked as I learned to take the puppy in my arms, but Honey was too scared and ran away to hide under the table. As I followed my dog I felt something bite my left leg, it was as if I had been stabbed with an arrow soaked in acid. I looked down and saw in horror a corner snake. I immediately remembered the day I had visited the doctor's office and what I had learned about these animals. I screamed terrified, the deadliest creature in the kingdom had bitten me. I felt my entire leg was burning, the snake moved away from me and I tried to run towards the door to seek help. It was useless, my leg lost all

With all his strength, he struck the dog on the head. It let out a yelp and finally released her, stumbling back and shaking its head. Panting heavily, Roy stumbled backwards, his hand clamped over the bite wound. He could feel is heart pounding in her chest, his breaths coming in short gasps. He looked back at the dog, still growling and snarling, and realized with a sinking feeling that the dog had been terribly abused. That the dog was a fight dog and that was why it reacted so violently.

No hound on this earth could naturally grow this big. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black hound with a foaming mouth launch itself at me. It sank its teeth into my leg and shook its head back and forth viciously, and Elena and I screamed together in pain. Elena bit into the hound’s neck and pulled away with furious strength. I saw the dog’s body tear away, but its hideous head still clamped its teeth shut over my leg. With a roar, Elena wrenched its jaws apart until it splattered apart like rotten fruit.

She was happy that the dog they found on the side of the road was already facing good prospects, as if it had indeed met the right person; willing to take care of it and provide all its needs in the best possible way. Suddenly, Moreau's ice was broken by Chicao's presence. She never expected Abihirt's pet dog to approach, wagging its shaggy tail while rubbing its body against her leg. It seemed like a welcoming gesture, but Moreau was quite hesitant when she glanced at the man there. Abihirt was still towering over her without showing any particular reaction. No idea what the man was thinking. At least, this time the cold expression was no more conspicuous than usual. Moreau would assume Bar

The dog chased after me wildly and grinned. Finally, it broke from the reins and pounced on me. I was dressed in an ancient costume, which made it difficult for me to move. In addition, I rarely exercise, so how could I run faster than a dog? The dog opened its mouth and bit at me. I screamed in fright, covering my face with my arm, afraid that my face would be bitten. Ailina’s POV: The entire crew was in a state of chaos, and I watched it coldly.

I glanced around, no scent of a mother, no pack nearby, nothing that suggested she had been cared for. Someone left her here. Someone abandoned her. When I reached toward her, she tensed, tiny fangs showing. “It’s okay,” I whispered again. “You’re safe.” She didn’t believe me. Honestly, I didn’t blame her. I took a breath and leaned closer, keeping my voice low. “I know what it feels like to be left behind.” Her trembling stopped for a second. Her ears twitched. Very slowly, I touched the ground between us with my fingertips. Not her, just the ground, letting her sniff the air, letting her choose whether to trust me.

“No.” He poured it anyway, a delicate, almost ceremonial gesture, then began like he’d been rehearsing the story his whole life. "There was once a girl," he said, "born with blood in her mouth. Not literally, of course. But close. Let’s call her… E.” My stomach knotted. “She was just two when the pets began to disappear. Rabbits, cats, songbirds. All vanished. Who would suspect a child? Then at seven, her father gifted her a dog..."

I'd be surely bitten by it! “P...Please don't bite me... I don't taste good.” I hugged myself, trembling. “D...Don't be a bad dog...” My body froze when I felt a presence slowly walk towards me. Will I get killed? I don't want to die. I miss mama and papa. When I felt him lean closer, I was certain he was going to bite me—maybe even kill me. But instead, the blindfold over my eyes was suddenly removed. “Stupid,” a voice snapped. “Who are you calling a mad dog?”

Chapter nine. We jerk away as soon as the hungry-looking creature leap from the Van. It's strange seeing an infected animal, so fierce and brutal. The four feet hairy dog with scars all over its body steps forward, its left eye is missing while the right bloodshot eyes stared at me in rage. Its teeth appear to be disorderly arranged, but looks sharp and deadly. The devilish giant Pitbull growls angrily like it's about to tear something apart, with its sticky liquid dropping from its mouth. I raise my gun slowly then it leans backwards, and slightly bending its thin legs, ready to charge.

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.