Dogs Butt Bleeding Novels & Stories

So the house should be empty. But the blood was fresh. Strong. I opened the door slowly. Quietly. The smell was stronger inside. Coming from upstairs. I pulled out my claws. Moved slowly up the stairs. Each step careful. Silent. My eyes scanned the darkness. My ears listened for any sound. I reached my bedroom door. It was slightly open. I pushed it open. Damon was on the floor. Half dead. Bleeding. His body was twisted. His face was bruised. His clothes were torn.

-Dixon - she slowly stood up with heavy paws, she hadn't made a mistake. He had used his saliva to close as much skin as possible since the process could be very slow on its own and would not give Ethan time for the bleeding to stop, which had led to him draining all his energy and now he was weak. She could barely keep her eyes open and her consciousness strong. Inside she could feel the other Clara stirring, but with no intention of at least coming out to see the state of her mate who had almost been near death. Coward.

She felt pity for the man when she found he was bleeding from the stomach. “Oh no! It’s so big!” she whispered. “Oh lady! Ah!” he cried, “please...please h-help me.” With great difficulty, he was requesting as well as trying to hold on his wound but the blood kept on flowing as the wound was so deep. But she did not notice the color of his blood. It was darker than usual and her eyes could not catch it in panic. “Y-yeah! I...I will,” she immediately moved to hold his arm when her wolf shouted, ‘Move ahead!’ following the loud and terrible sound of breaking glass.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Dana said, trying to brush it off. “ No.. you are bleeding,” Ethan brows arched as he pointed out to Dana’s calf of her leg where red was coming out from. Dana bent down , using her fingers to touch her calf. She felt the warm luquid in her fingers. She brought her fingers up, her eyes widened. She realised she was actually bleeding. But how come? She questioned herself, because from what she could remember, the werewolf did not pounce nor graze at her or anything. She realised it must at been from an object in the woods.

Each extraction was brutal, a little surgery on living flesh, Blood—thicker and darker—welled up in the neat holes punctured into his collarbone and ribs. It pooled in the hollows, dark and thick, staining the whiteness of his skin and the cold surface beneath him. Don’s agonized sounds, a guttural growl mixed with muffled shouts, filled the room, echoing off the sterile walls like a grim symphony. “Grr, Grr, Grr,” he rasped, voice strained and trembling, as if fighting against an unseen force clawing him from within.

She was bleeding all over, which had made them slow down, she realized belatedly. “What are you lots? Rabid dogs? You could have better blood anywhere,” Eirene snapped. Eyes glowed around Danica, their claws sinking into her arms, making her bleed more than it already was. With hungry eyes that made her wonder if they were short of human blood, they continued dragging her along hallway after hallway. Suddenly, she hit face down on the richly carpeted floor near a doorway as they dropped her unceremoniously. A set of boots strode past her face, going through the doorway: slender ones and brown leather–belonging to Eirene.

Meanwhile, she tried to hush the baby who stopped crying, blinking at her with his big gray eyes. Evelyn hurriedly crouched on the floor hissing in pain because of the movements. She wrapped the torn sheet on Brittany's arm and her thigh from where she was bleeding badly. There were two canine marks on her neck, where the blood still oozed out. Evelyn leaned down licking the spot as her wound healed but Evelyn's eyes changed to silver. Her canines extend out. She wants more blood. It was like a miracle she was holding herself back from drinking as the blood was everywhere but she can't drink from Brittany. She has already lost a lot of blood, she'll die.

—but I didn’t have the courage to peek through the hole again. I was terrified, my body drenched in sweat. It was the fifth day, and the agonizing sounds still echoed through my hiding place. I couldn’t bear it any longer—I had to look. Without thinking too much, I peered through the hole again, and gasped in horror, my eyes filling with tears. Damon… Damon’s entire body was bleeding, covered in bruises. Despite his battered state, he still held his head high, a proud expression on his face. I also spotted Butler Zeeb—he wasn’t in much better condition than Damon. His body was also covered in blood, with deep cuts all over him.

Jai stopped his slide and took a few steps back to assess the condition. The beast grunted and held onto its leg, the same one that Jai had struck just now and before. The fur in that area was darker, almost black, starting from the base of its hips and ending in its front calf. It was unknown if it was bleeding, since no blood was flowing from the dark parts, but surely the fur looked fried. The beast grunted and growled, seemingly in pain.