My Cat Sneezed Blood Novels & Stories

Varik shifted beside me but the shaman didn’t react, he dipped two fingers into the bowl before gently rubbing the diluted blood across the cat’s tongue. Nothing happened for five seconds. Yes, I counted. I almost convinced myself the entire journey had been pointless, then the cat screamed, not meowed… it screamed and its body arched violently off the table, its bones cracking under its skin. The bowl shattered, blood burst from its nose and Varik cursed under his breath. The animal convulsed so violently it threw itself onto the floor, claws scraping uselessly against the wood then it stopped moving and silence swallowed the cabin. I stared at the cat’s body that remained twisted unnatural

I felt like I was going to be sick. "I'll take you upstairs," Luke offered. He slipped an arm around me and helped me off of the wall. My legs trembled. My entire body trembled! I thought I'd collapse on the floor in a jumble of shaky bones if Luke hadn't been holding me up. "Wait right there, the two of you!" Mr. Carter snapped just as Luke and I had made it to the living room door. Luke groaned and closed his eyes. "Dad, Cat isn't well. She lost a lot of blood. I need to get a doctor here to look at her," Luke said, immediately taking control of the situation.

Soon, he had a nosebleed and quickly raised his head. "You're such a loser! Your nose bleeds just because of this, huh?" When she saw that scene, she was no longer angry. She crossed her hands in front of her chest and looked at him, chuckling. Ugh! Logan felt great itchiness around his nose. "Achoo!" He could not help sneezing once. "Alas! You don't have any manners, do you?" the woman screamed suddenly beside him. He opened his eyes and took a look. He found that he had sneezed his blood on her chiffon shirt.

A thousand thorns were pierced on her belly at once, that's what it felt like for Rose when she could not stop herself from dropping onto her bare knees. Rose swept on the floor on her side with a cry of agony at the gruesome sight of her kitten's lifeless body, the blood scrawled word BITCH got washed away painting her forearms with the fresh warm blood of her feline baby. Relentless waves of panic tied a burning knot inside her stomach forcing her to curl into a small ball.

But it's hard to admit that I might have been wrong. I hear her whimper from the hallway, and pause, listening to her through the crack of the open doorway. Another pitiful whimper and I stand up, unease flooding through me. What is she doing out there? Not that I should care. I push open the door, instantly realising there’s something wrong when I catch the smell of blood. Her blood. A surge of worry floods through me as I race down the hall. “Kataleya!” I shout, catching sight of her just as she crumbles to the floor. I’m by her side instantly, lifting her up and freezing when I spot the blood that drips from her blue lips.

For a moment, I let her bask in self glory and after that when the silence was truly unnerving, I opened my eyes. And before me was standing the same kitten but she had a shocked look on her face. “You…you are bleeding” She put her hand to her mouth and screamed as I continued cleaning my eyes. I had to do something about this...soon.

The cat flew off and landed with an excruciating 'meow', its mouth spitting blood. The ladies at the store gathered around the bloodied mutt cat, and some cried, "Oh, my God! Look at the cat, how could you do this?! It's bleeding!" Victoria remained unnerved, and she scoffed condescendingly, "This is a high class pet shop. How did this half bred get in here?"

The cat's body, once vibrant and full of life, now lay still, its fur tinged with an unnatural shade of blue. But it wasn't just the cat's body that shocked Sashi—it was the sight of blue blood oozing from the cat's mouth, staining the pristine white floor with an otherworldly hue. The surreal scene played out before her, a macabre tableau that defied logic and reason.

That statement deserved another challenge, but before Kat could piece a question together, she noticed that something gold was trickling down his nose. It was Hellborn blood. The sight of it on his distraught face tugged at her heart. She pressed her palm on the side of his face. “Calix, you’re bleeding.” He didn’t say anything; he just looked at her with a pained expression. "Kat, please listen. . . ." "Just relax, okay?" she told him gently. "I think you're a bit sick. It's why you're having all these illusions. Does your head hurt? Are you cold?"

“Are you afraid of cats?” Lysia sneezed again, this time more violently, as a burning heat spread through her head, making it ache unbearably. Trying to avoid the cat, she took a step back and managed to say, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m highly allergic to cat fur. I need to leave immediately.”