Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

The entire structure shakes, more debris raining from above. I sink my nails into its chest, scratching away like a dog digging into sand. Blood spurts all over my face, black and thick and almost congealed. The smell of it is enough to melt my fur, but the sensation of it is what makes me recoil. It stings on the skin, kind of like acid. But I didn’t stop. I continue wounding it.

James continued to howl and paw at the air furtively, not even able to give Sage a single scratch. Sage only stepped back when his opponent had stilled. James laid on the floor, a whimpering mess. His fur was soggy with blood and he was bleeding from all parts of his body. Sage stood a few meters away, admiring his handiwork. He had surely taught this attacker a lesson. James shifted back to his human form. He laid on the floor naked, his face a mask of pain and his body full of scratches and marks which bled terribly, staining the clean floor. The air smelled of blood but Sage didn't mind.

He snarled, curling my hair in his hand before yanking it back, giving him more access to my neck. I cried and screamed, but it all went on deaf ears as he sank his canines into my marking spot, sinking deep all the way to my bones, before pulling out and licking it to seal it. "Why did you do that?!" I screamed, rubbing my scolding skin. His lips dripping with my blood, curled into a cruel smirk. "You are in no place to question my actions Mate" He sneered, pulling my hair painfully and pulling me closer to him.

I have been bitten by a dog before, but this was different. It felt like a fire was moving through my veins. I didn’t think anything about it, until another dog managed to scratch me. That is when I realized that these dogs had silver coated teeth and claws. It wouldn’t be enough to kill us, but it hurt like hell and wouldn’t prevent our wounds from healing quickly. “Try not let them bite or scratch you. Their canines and claws are coated with silver!” I yelled out to any and every werewolf or Lycan that could hear me.

The dog growled with its ragged breathing and I braced up. That's when I spotted the jagged rock buried half way into the dirt. I reached for it quickly just as the dog got back on its feet. “Get away from her!” I roared, swinging the rock. It connected with a sickening crack against the dog’s skull. The beast whimpered, tottering in disorientation. I got upright, my chest heaving. The dog hesitated, hanging its head low, before darting into the underbrush. Silence pressed in.

They hit other chairs and tables, sending them all back further. My Silver fur against his Black. My wolf raises its large front paw, smacking Ezekiel across the face with claws out causing him to stop digging into my second front paw. Ezekiel snarls and retreats, the side of his face, from his left cheek to his nose is bleeding. Good! That is just a taste! I lunge at him again!

'When you were normal, I hope you had love. We launch at the same time. Paws meet and claws interlock. He's quick to snap at my face. I dodge by a hair, putting in as much force as I could to push him back from me. He goes for my shoulder instead, biting into the flesh until his teeth puncture my skin. Blood begins to flow as pain strikes me. I push him back further until he topples to his back. My paw quickly goes to his chest.

Once Ashley was done, I began to do an incision in front of the scrotum. The surgery lasted for about 15 minutes and once we’re done, we put an Elizabeth collar on Vincent so he would avoid licking his lower part, as what dogs usually does. The reason why dogs lick their wounds is that it soothes the pain and discomfort. If only I could lick my heart and soothe the pain whenever I feel hurt. I snorted at that thought. That was kind of cringe. Now is not the right moment to state things like that. I FLEXED my fingers upon seeing the time. It was already four fifty. Well, I stayed here for a couple of minutes to. . . I guess, think? I don’t really know why I didn’t go home after working.

I bare my teeth at it and snarl back before attacking again. The rogue meets me half way with its claws out ready to rip my underbelly. I carefully tuck my front feet in while going down on my hind legs and jump over the rogue. It nips at me but I take my own claws and slice down the side of its muzzle. It howls in pain whipping it’s head around cause blood to go everywhere.

He won't let her disgrace him in front of the pack. He got angry that she had collected blood from his body and took her with his claws, holding onto her side core, pulling her up to stand on her paws. He did the same and used his other hand to whack her across her face, his claws imprinted on her face causing the same bruise she gave him. He hit her again and a loud growl escaped from her mouth. He hit her again for the third time while she struggled from his grip. He finally let go of her and Sarah went trotting down on her four claws. Jake clashed with her so deeply that all her fur was filled with her blood, surging out in the full flow.