My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

The fucker recoils and makes the worse decision of trying to fight me. I evade his weak punch and punch him hard in his stomach. He groans in pain, clutching his stomach but that doesn’t make me stop. I glance at the little kitten slumped to the ground, barely conscious. The fear in her eyes fuels my anger even more and my entire body vibrates in rage. I grab the fucker by his head and smash it against the vanity mirror causing more blood to spill everywhere and the shards go flying. “What did you do to her?!” I yell.

This was an all-in attack. Victory would come at a terrible cost, but the students would live. Defeat meant her death. The monster had reveled in the hunt, and the attack caught it off guard. Only when she closed in did its black fur erupt outward, every strand snapping rigid like steel nails. "Meow!" The shriek stabbed through the air. Cats were fast. In that instant, Ilyana matched it. The blade flashed. Fur scattered and rang across the floor. Then the cut struck home. Blood burst free as a gash more than three feet tore across the monster's neck.

Despite it pains me to move because of the injuries that I received. I gathered my strength and started crawling towards him. “ Do not do this to me, my love, I am sure that bitch is blackmailing you to leave me! " I am panicking and hysterical about what is happening. I am so confused. Facing the consequences of the situation I do not regret that I been seeing him. “ What a bitch! Why are you useless and ignorant? Catherine jumped at me and her hand lay in my face. It pains me that her red nails scratched the skin of my face. Blood flows directly and it stains the ground. Some lycanthrope started to shout.

I growled deeply and sent a punch at its chest. The creature staggered backward and dashed at me after it regained its strength. I tried to dodge its claw attack but I wasn't fast enough to evade the large wing. I crashed hard on the floor as the wing slammed against my chest. I coughed out a mouthful of blood and turned to the cat with an angry look. "There's no need to show mercy on you," I said coldly and dashed at it. I evaded its claw attack and punched it in the chest. The cat crashed hard on the floor with a heavy thud and it disintegrated into dust.

I don't know where, I just know he's going to pay for hurting my cat. My hand lashes out, and my nails scrape over his face. Deep lines instantly scar his ugly face. I kick him next, trying to bring him down, but he's too strong and screams at me instead. I punch him, and a tooth snaps loose from his mouth. He screams in fury, swinging the machete down again. This time, it cuts deep into the same wound on my side. I stumble back, blood soaking my shirt. I fall down. The phone falls from my hand, and the screen splits apart on impact.

The cat seems it's been splashed by the hot water. She turns to the deserted alley and walks to the cat. Seeing the cat's condition, she almost tears up. "Who did this to you?" She said with a sad voice. When Asher turns around, he saw Athena already walked to the dark alley. He follows her from behind. Athena takes out a pocketknife from her bag, she wants to use her blood on the cat, but before she pricks her finger, Asher snatches the knife and grabs her hand.

I looked at him intently as he spoke. “My mom and I were on the market. She was talking and having business with this lady. I saw a cat. As a curious 5-year-old, I followed the cat not remembering where I went. It started raining and I had the thought of picking up the cat.” “I was worried so I picked him up but he got mad. He bit and scratched me. I screamed, cried, and threw him. Scratches and blood are covering my arm. He was about to run towards the other side of the street when a car hit him. Blood was scattered all over the road. It was like a hit and run.”

The situation had escalated so much that one second might be too long to wait. "Crystal's sitting, she's talking now. I...don't know what she's saying, and I can't see Andrea. She's...Crystal's got a syringe of something and I think-God damn it. She just injected herself with-holy shit! That cat just launched itself off-camera!" October? He could hear a muted shout, the sound of a man yelling. It had to be October. That attack cat was better than a dog. "I'm going in the house," he muttered.

“You never did. And if you had any decency left at all, you’d leave this estate before Orion ruins himself completely chasing after a wolfless little—” The slap cracked through the room so violently it silenced everything. For one horrifying second, even I couldn’t process what happened. Cathy stumbled sideways into the broken dresser with a sharp cry, her hand flying instantly to her face. Blood dripped between her fingers. My breath caught. I stared at my own hand in shock. Claws. Silver claws extended faintly from my fingertips before retracting so quickly I almost thought I imagined them. Cathy looked up at me with pure disbelief twisting across her face before it shattered into rage. “Y

I took a step toward it. “You stupid animal!” I shouted. “You useless creature! You scared me!” The cat didn’t move. It just kept watching me, those yellow eyes that seemed to know something I didn’t. Then, suddenly it stood up, lowered its head, ears back, fur bristled. And it hissed, growling at me as if it were going to attack and I took a step back. “Don’t even think about it, you…” I didn’t finish the sentence, my foot slipped.