Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

I launched myself at him, tackling him into the water. Hodges rolled, briefly throwing me off of him. My paws skidded, spraying water. I lunged at Hodges rear, sinking my claws deep into the flesh of his hip. He cried out in pain but was able to whip around and strike my face with his claws. Blood dripped down Hodges’s body, mixing in with the stream. We began to circle each other. Hodges snapped at my feet, leaving his neck exposed. Before he even had a chance to connect with a paw. I sunk my canines deep into the sensitive flesh of his neck.

“You little b*tc~!” He cried out, blood spilling from the sides of his mouth when Jake rammed his claws into him again. “I don’t like people who get distracted easily…and I hate people who bark but can’t bite.” He tore his claws out of him, only to sink them back in, again…and then again until her uncle fell back against the floor, struggling to breathe. Blood leaked in pools from his body, flooding the wooden floor, painting it in his blood and not hers. “S-Sandra…help me…help, Sandra.”

With a swift movement, I slammed the animal onto the concrete floor three times. As it rose again, I delivered a fierce slash to its already wounded face, followed by another to its back, eliciting a groan from the beast. It lay on the ground, tilting its weight to the side, and I stood over it, slowly circling its neck with my right claw. One nail pierced its throat, and I squeezed until there was no movement under my arm. Exhausted, I dropped to my knees, panting heavily. My trousers and singlet were in tatters, and Dahlia scrambled over to me, handing me my suit coat and shoes.

Drak was able to dodge the move and then clamped his jaws around the offending leg. The black wolf yelped — the sound satisfying his attacker and psyching the observing wolves. He raised his head just enough to bite down hard on Drak’s ear. The surprise of it made Drak jerk away while releasing a loud, high-pitched bark. Taking advantage of that, the black wolf quickly stood and swiped his paw at Drak. His claw managed to slash his shoulder, and the scent of Drak’s blood flavored the air and had the challenger growling with satisfaction.

He was feeling uneasy. "It's okay." I leaned in and kissed his cheek. I cried yesterday because it felt so good. "You didn't hurt me." He gently nuzzled the hollow of my neck, his silvery-white fluffy ears brushing against my cheek, and I couldn't resist reaching up to rub them. Clayton's breathing grew slightly ragged. He reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the side of my neck. He carefully and meticulously stroked me there, inch by inch. That's where Salem came over to sniff this morning. Clayton probably meant to lick it off, but he couldn't do it with the muzzle on.

I continually reach out through the bond but every time I do I hit a block. I smell him coming before I see him. A rogue sneaks up on my right. I spin around just in time to see him jumping for my neck. Balling up my lycan fist I punch him across the muzzle. He hits the ground with a thud and whimpers and lightly. I grab him around the neck and twist it quickly. I hear it snap and his legs go limp.

he let out the most painful scream. I threw my paws in the air and both of us had a bloody fight. I scratched my paws into his chest. Now was my time to rip his chest open. Seeing his blood in my paws was no lesser than the feeling of victory. I threw my paw at Frederick's absolute fine right eye. Milo couldn't stand this any longer. He hissed in pain. He tried to attack me but with just one fine eye, he couldn't attack me well. I ripped the fur of her chest before scratching his stomach and there I saw Milo's cracky growl marking his dying state.

He should heal in about a month and a half. He tried to get up and attempted to bite my neck, but I pulled his other leg, making him fall over again with a loud cry. I jump on his back, growling menacingly in his ear as my mouth opens to linger on his head. He begins to whimper and appear to be in a lot of pain, especially when my sharps claws are digging themselves into his skin. I can already smell his blood starting to taint my wolf’s white fur.

Pressure fills my head, but I find I can push it aside easier this time. I release her leg from my jaw as one paw digs into her upper thigh, holding her in place as my other paw swipes my claws across her stomach over and over. Soon her screams and blood fill the area around us. Not long after, her screams come to a stop as her shredded body lies limp. Blood drips off my face onto the ground, giving a shake of my fur, and blood splatters around me.

His fur was matted to the point that chunks had fallen off, his eyes had turned straight black, and he was drooling uncontrollably. My wolf had taken over so fast that I had shifted into the golden animal before I knew what had happened. The rogue eyed me for a moment before running straight at me. Not one to disappoint, I ran at him and slid under him. While sliding, I twisted my hind leg up and scratched him all the way down his stomach. It wasn’t my smartest idea because all of the blood came pouring out of him and splashed all over me.