My Cat Attacked Me And Drew Blood Novels & Stories

He said charmingly. Even though I did, I was not about to tell him or show him. I turned my back to him and started kneading my pillow. I curled myself into a ball with my back torwards him. "Well, Kitty has an attitude." He stretched out to pat me on my head, but with one strike, I clawed him. "You little Who....!" Before he could finish, I striked out again. This time, I connected properly, and the scratch marks were visible. His hand instanlty went to the drops of blood, but it was already beginning to heal.

So the huge dog, tired of the stubbornness of the little black cat, leaped, and they rolled on the meadow. The little cat was thrown against a tree and then fell, shaking, trying to get up. The next thing I knew, I had approached closer and had shot the wolf's skull. I watched it shudder once, and then, it was no more. It will surely go after me next anyway. I quickly went to the little cat. I knelt down and examined it for a while. Slash wounds and a broken leg.

Catherine said "You are evil. How could you say you never cared about my father? He is your destined mate," I said, and she laughed. "No, he isn't," Catherine said, which shocked me. Her claws started to extend, and she pushed them through my chest and pulled out my heart. I fell to the ground, and all I saw was blackness.

"There is no fucking cat here" The man yelled and at the same time I heard weak meow under the pillows of the couch. I quickly threw away all the pillows and gasped when I saw the cat. "Catherine!" I almost cried. The cat had almost fainted, her right leg was swollen and there was a wound on her back which was bleeding. "What the fuck did you do to her?" I growled at the man. Catherine looked at the cat and gritted her jaw. She raised her hand and slapped the man twice, as hard as she could and he stumbled back.

I set it down on the floor, and it runs away, just as Kieran arrives. “You–you psychotic bitch!” Nessa shouts at me, wiping blood on the back of her hand as she scoots across the floor away from me on her ass. “You witch!” “What the fuck happened?” Kieran asks as he looks from Nessa to me and then back again. “It was a cat.” I wipe my own blood off my face on the back of my hand. Nessa hit me hard enough with her claws to draw blood from a few places. “It came at her, the same way the bird attacked you.”

The Montenero's fucking talks too much and are all annoying. Kate laughed loud sarcastically licking the blood on her lips as her wound healed up. "You know I can snap your neck in two and kill you right now,but I will not" Kate said with a note of finality as she attacked Cora from no where and threw her to the ground roughly. "At least not now" Kate smacked her lips shrugging her shoulders, she walked up to Cora who was lying on the ground and squatted beside her.

Amira’s P.O.V. *Slap* My head snapped to the side, the sting blooming across my cheek like fire blazing underneath my skin. “You crazy filth!” Catherine screeched, her claws half-shifted and shaking with rage. “Are you too blind to notice that I was seated here!”

I slam the back of my head against her nose, and in her moment of distraction, she lets go quickly, letting me drop down onto my two feet again. “You bitch, you’re going to regret this.” She screams hysterically before I realize I’ve possibly fucked up. She lunges at me, pushing me back against a wall that slams way too hard into my back. The amount of armor tied to mu body acts as a shock absorbent and reduces the amount of pain I’m supposed to feel in this moment, and the cat fight begins. Her claws are released from her nail, reaching forward to scratch onto the side of my face but I struggle against her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of stealing my points so easily.

Despite being healed, I still stank of human blood. If we ran into a patrol car, I'd be arrested and taken into custody. They'd want to know why I stank of blood. Moreover, traffic wasn't working to my advantage. I noticed Nagisa was watching me directly. Her green eyes studied mine and it was creepy how they glittered at me. " So you're a cat with nine lives, huh?" She asked. " What's that supposed to mean?" Knife was paying attention but I silenced her before she could spit out more words.

I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a large and powerful light yellow with darker brown spots panther. A fury of teeth and claws accompanied by growls and hisses filled the stadium air as the two werecats fought. The bloodiest battle there had been all day. I held my breath until finally, Mason’s cat had the warrior pinned on the ground. With his claws sunk deep into his side and the warrior lay still in a position of submission. The whistle blew indicating the match had ended. I ran up to him, grabbing a towel as I did and assessing his injuries. “Shit are you ok?” I asked while my hand automatically came up placing the towel over the bleeding claw marks left behind on his