Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

My pup's distressed cries filled the room, refusing to subside even after I lavished the little one with gentle kisses. I could hear the commotion outside as Cassian dragged the rogue out. My mate's fierce growls and the rogue's defiant snarls still echoed in my mind as Lily rushed to my side. Her usually steady hands trembled as she pressed a cool cloth against my neck, trying to stop the flow of blood from the wound.

I rolled to the side but wasn’t quick enough—I got scratched. As he came at me again, I finally found my opening. Using my front paws, I knocked him off balance and clamped my jaws around his neck. I locked my jaw tight, forcing him down. If he moved, I'd puncture his artery—could’ve been fatal. Victory by immobilization! As soon as I let him go, he shifted into human form and rubbed his neck to assess the damage. There wasn’t much blood, but it’d be sore for a while.

My front paw goes to her shoulder, leaving a torn on her shoulder, he howls in pain, she right to get to the same height as me, standing on her back paws claws while using her front paws to hit me continuously but that does not stop crescent. Crescent fangs went right on her neck and tore the skin of her neck, she howled again, as she pierced her claws at my side, leaving a mark on my side. The pain made me free her, I held my side in pain causing Kira to throw herself on me again, this time, we fell to the floor, and her face brightened knowing that she had thrown me to the floor.

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 slowly creeps closer, and I stomp my feet to the ground, a third warning. Then he attacks, finally! He instantly tries going for my neck, fool, I think to myself when I duck and bite I on his right leg, hard. He uses his head to shake me off and attack again, but I am ready and swing a paw, with all my fabulous claws showing. I hit his ugly face, and more blood spilled from him, ha, you stupid, filthy dog.

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.

She teared up as she bent over to pick up a stick from the ground, and she clenched her teeth as she ran toward the pit bulls. The pack of dogs lunged at Whitney, and she held up the stick to fight them. Her arms were soon bleeding from the dogs' scratches, causing her great pain, but Whitney did not stop. She finally made her way to the cage, and she unlocked it with the key in her hand.