Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

He charges again, and this time, I watch his movement carefully, predicting his next attack, and when he lunges for my neck, I move quickly. My foreleg slams into his throat, cutting off his next breath, and I drag my claws downward across his chest. Four brutal lines tear through his fur. The clouds above turn a darker shade of gray, and Jason lets out a deafening howl. Blood splatters the dirt, vivid against the sand like spilled wine. The crowd roars.

I warn her. She growls as a protest, tries to throw me off and scratch me with her paws, while her head tosses back and forth, trying desperately to bite me. Useless, may I add. I’ve got her pinned down so strongly, there’s absolutely no chance for her. My claws dig deeper into her flesh, causing her to whimper in pain.

His snout nudging on my hind leg, asking me to open it to show him my wound clearly. I do reluctantly. Letting him see me all weak and vulnerable and that's when another growl emerges from him. My wolf form trembled under his rumble and he seizes it immediately. His breath hitting the open wound on my leg and next I know, he starts licking it. Making an uncontrollable painful whimper to leave my wolf. My wolf tried closing his leg, feeling really uncomfortable with our mate licking us. To only have his huge claw to be placed on my paw instead stopping me.

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.

I up my attack again biting, nipping and scratching until I have managed to get a clear shot at his throat. I don't wait even as he clamps his jaw down on my front paw. I wrap and clamp my jaw around his throat. I don't stop as we roll back and forth over the ground until I manage to get on top of him. I pull back on my locked jaw and rip out the part of his throat I have in my mouth. I quickly spit it out and do it again and again, ripping and tearing until I finally take his head all the way off. I pick his head up in my mouth and move a couple of steps away from his body, drop it at my paws, raise my head and nose to the sky and let out a very loud and power-filled

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.

She was out here. I squinted through the field of blood and bones, and I saw her and Tyler warding off the new hounds that were heading for the pack house. A hound took advantage of my distraction and plunged toward me, and we stumbled down the path. I bit into his hind limb and he howled in agony. Swiping my claws at him, I ripped off his fur. I slammed him into the earth, pinning him with my paw and snarling at him. I ripped a chunk out of his jugular and left him to bleed to death.