Novel & Cerita If A Dog Tastes Blood Will It Attack Again

“I didn’t. I don’t have your mark yet!” He stares up at me with his cold, black eyes. They scare me. He’s a different man. There’s no humanity in him whatsoever, and I saw it before. I know I did. I just need to reach it again. I wonder if it’s the blood causing this change in him, and how long it will last. “Did I taste good?” I ask, hoping he’ll feel more sympathy for me if I can appeal to our mate bond. “What?” I would shrug if I could. “I’m just curious. Does my blood taste good? Different than other people’s blood?”

She was only good enough to play with until I’d had my fill; that was it. “And if they aren’t?” I ask slowly, trying to ignore the unpleasant tingle I feel in my chest. “Will it make a difference?” “Have you attempted to drink from anyone since drinking from her?” “No,” I admit. “I haven’t.” “Then you haven’t personally encountered the unpleasantness then.” “What the hell are you saying?” I growl, feeling a sudden sense of foreboding. “Spit it out already.” “Once you’ve tasted the blood of your attrahere, no other blood will do.”

That was the real problem. I hunted without thinking. The smell of blood attracted me before I even noticed. A young deer, distracted, is chewing leaves. I could have avoided it. I could have run to the other side. But I went forward. The snap of fragile bones against my fangs brought me a wave of pleasure so strong that it almost made me lose consciousness. The hot blood ran out of the mouth, and the wolf howled victoriously. At that moment, it seemed right. It seemed fair. When I finally came to, the animal was lying on my side, his fur soaked in red. My breath was heavy, my body stained, and my paws dirty. The sight of blood brought me back like a punch. The taste was still in my mouth wh

To anyone's surprise, he then casually tossed Rex forward. The scent of fresh blood filled the air, igniting a primal frenzy in the Rottweilers' blood-red eyes. They lunged at Rex in a ravenous charge. Grievously wounded and immobile with a dislocated jaw, Rex could only struggle silently. The middle-aged man shouted in frustration, "I said attack them! What are you doing!" Frederick smirked. "Rottweilers are wild beasts at heart. The scent of blood drives them mad. They won't bother with you until they've devoured Rex."

I can’t help but laugh. They charge us and we retaliate with all of our might. I have one large she-wolf that thinks that she can take me on. She is a beautiful redhead with small white spots that dot across her back. She is an impressive animal but this is a battle and she is the enemy. So, I make quick work of her clamping my strong jaws down on the back of her neck and I feel her blood ooze into my mouth and it tastes metallic. She lets out a great howl as I pin her body to the ground. I release my hold on the back of her neck so that I can flip her over to finish her by ripping out her throat but that is the opportunity that she needs to throw me off of her. I can see in her eyes that

I cursed under my breath. Slowly, the dog peered around all over the edge of the room and noticed me. It was an American boxer, and his muzzle was bright crimson from recent bloodshed. As I stood there observing, he moistened his chops and clenched his fangs in a ferocious screech. I strengthened my hold on the baseball bat as the calves in his legs scrunched up. Oh, my goodness.

I growl back as fiercely, pushing it away with my hind legs, and with fury in my eyes, I pounce on it. I attempt to bite its neck, but it evades me, causing me to snap at thin air. I try once again to attack, but only manage to strike empty space. I am so consumed by rage that I can no longer see anything around me. With bloodlust in my mouth, I throw myself at him. I manage to dig my teeth into his ear, but he is too fast and I can only pull a small part out.

The lady doesn't know when to stop; one of these days, she will end up with a real bad belly ache, but good thing she has me, and I know when to stop. Once I get through the first line of defence, the remaining men, though visibly horrified, stand still. None dares to attack me, but neither runs for their life. ~Taste~ Miss As whispers from the back of my neck, and I happily oblige. I run my finger over my blood-covered cheek and bring it to my lips. She moans at the taste of blood, and honestly, I barely hold back from doing the same thing. Blood tastes so good it's hard to resist. I'm not a vampire shit, but I enjoy some excellent metallic taste of the red liquid that once coursed through

"How did you know?" "Werewolves have great noses, for other things," she sat on the bed, putting her arm around me. "Vampires may smell the blood, but we can smell genetic defects. Ever heard of dogs finding cancer in their masters? Or even dogs knowing about a seizure that is about to happen in their humans? Werewolves are the same. I knew something was different about your blood. Something missing. I just put the pieces together."

The head and body fall to the ground. Immediately, I spin around to intercept claws dripping with some kind of venom as they slash toward my face. When the liquid splashes on the grass, it sizzles and melts. My face hardens at it and remind myself to be careful not to let it touch me. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice something that makes my heart sink into my stomach. Its the creature I just killed. The severed head continues to snarl and snap its jaws while the headless body has somehow stood back up and is mindlessly attacking Billy- its not dead!