My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

’’ Drew said. "No.’’ he staggered. Drew was caught off guard for a bit when the intruder attacked him, taking a swipe at his arm. Drew howled as the pain grew worse. Now, he was convinced that he had to finish him off. He would leave no room for him to attack anymore. "Cat's got your tongue?" the intruder taunted. Drew rose to his full height, standing on his hind leg. He rendered attacks after attacks on the intruder, not giving him a chance to defend himself.

Far superior to any type of cat. Once again, I was paralyzed with fear. She raised her arm up toward my branch as I scolded myself for being such an idiot. "Why did you mock her?" I thought; "Why do you always have to be such a smartass!?" She pointed her index claw and pierced it into the back of my left heel, quickly slashing open a fresh wound to the tip of my pinky toe. The blood started gushing out from my already inflamed foot. Still paralyzed with fear, I was unable to scream. A sick feeling rushed up to my chest. It felt like I was choking on my heart.

Before I have time to ask, an oversized mountain lion lunges for my throat. Phantom blocks the attack by jumping in front of me and taking the blow. The mountain lion sinks his teeth into the back of Phantom’s neck. Blood trickles down his flank as he stumbles forward, still trying to corner the cat in a spot where it can’t escape or come near me. Seeing Phantom’s blood dribble and knowing the savage beast was aiming for me makes me furious. Without thinking, I snarl and jump the animal, forcing us both into a somersault. We roll downhill, snapping at each other as we aim for a strike lethal enough to injure the other.

“Chloe, someone as selfish and vicious as you… I will never forgive you. “And if you show up at my door again, I’ll tell the loan sharks exactly where to find you. You know what happens when they catch up with you. “If you don’t pay what you owe, don’t be surprised if those legs of yours get broken again.” Chloe left, her face pale as death. Strangely enough, after everything was over, I never heard the tabby’s thoughts again. It went back to being just a quiet, aloof little cat. No matter how much I tried, there was no response. It was like everything that happened before had just been a dream. But no matter what… Thank you, little tabby. Thank you for pulling me out of that nightmare. (The

Let's give our boys a snack. I backed up, shaking. Was I really about to get ripped apart before the zombies even showed? Their teeth were huge. This was gonna hurt. The dogs lunged like they got the memo. Barking. Charging. Dylan clapped. "That's it! Tear him up!" Jaws wide. The stink of blood hit me. My legs locked. Nowhere to run. I shut my eyes. That's when the cats woke up.

He shook his head and said, "It's nothing. It's just a few scratches. Zoey's not that delicate." I used to be afraid of cats. Five years ago, a stray cat had pounced on me. The shock was so severe that I lost the baby I had been carrying for eight months.

Garrick bucked violently, but the cat held firm, its claws digging deeper. Fueled by instinct and fury, Garrick rolled, slamming the cat beneath his bulk. The impact knocked it loose with a winded yowl. Before it could recover, Garrick turned and snapped his powerful jaws down on its hind leg, biting deep until he felt bone. The second cat came to its packmate’s aid, pouncing with a feral snarl. Garrick twisted at the last second, letting the cat overshoot its mark before he drove his fangs into its exposed throat. He shook his head violently, and with a crunch, the cat went limp.

Where did this ferocious beast come from? The feline gives a loud hiss before Marinah rescues me. Or maybe she's rescuing the cat before I use my fangs to rip off her furry little head. I lift my fingers to check for facial damage when a heavy kick takes me in the back of the knees and Marinah throws her weight against my shoulders, sending me into the pool. By the time I come up for air, my mate and her cat from hell have vanished. A gruff laugh leaves my throat. Maybe I'll get lucky and this will bring whatever is bothering my mate to the surface. The entire citadel is walking on eggshells while she stomps through the halls in her crazy boots yelling at everyone.

"You don't have to. I can go there on my own." "You sure?" I nodded with a smile. "You have a lovely cat," I grinned. "Thanks. I'm sorry once again," she apologized, before leaving with her cat. I sighed and tried to take a look at my injured arm, but to my surprise, I didn't find any wounds there. I blinked a thousand times. When the claw of her cat had cut through me, it had stung so painfully. I should be bleeding from it, so why does my arm look free from wounds?

Merrick was close by—close enough that the nurse thought I could make it there, so pretty damn close. I lifted my head, and I howled. He had good ears; he would find me. The cat lunged for me, tackling me to the ground. I was exhausted and weak, but my body's reflexes were automatic as I went on the defensive. Rolling on top of the cat, I pinned her and slashed at her head. Though I wanted to go for her throat, I'd be risking my own if I did because there was a good chance she's move faster than me.