Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I reach out to pet it, to maybe show it that I am friendly. Its teeth pops through every layer of skin on my arm as he chomps his jaw around it. A high-pitched scream litters the forest, causing the crickets to silent. The beast thrashed my arm, throwing me to the dirt. Stinging pain filters through my arm. He had to hit my bone. Before I have time to process, the beast was thrown off me I heard a thud and then a faint whimper as the rustling behind me got even closer. Did Kate find me?

Jain, but when he spun around, he saw it was Pakora—not a middle-aged man—who’d made him choke with fear. “Pakora.” He sighed and closed his shaking fingers around the key. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered, reaching down. Then he remembered the bite she’d given him. “Are you going to be nice this time?” The cat approached, ducking its head to receive strokes of affection, then did an abrupt change and sank its teeth into the soft spot between Jeff’s thumb and forefinger. Pain shot through the sensitive area, but instead of withdrawing, he left his hand in the cat’s mouth and squeezed. The cat shrieked, and Jeff twisted, snapping the creature’s neck in a fluid motion. Its jaw sla

My laughter echoed the whole room. The man was boiling in anger, and without a second, a bullet came out from his gun and went directly to my direction. I have predicted it already and was able to dodge. He cursed and rained me with bullets that I was able to dodge through my good reflexes. My cat, on the other hand, was alerted and immediately jumped off from where she was standing and bit of the man's hand. The armed man shouted in pain and tried to get rid of Joni, but to his dismay, he only got his already scarred face marked by another painful scratches and bites of my cat.

Otherwise she wasn't sure where she would go. She wasn't sure how long she had been wandering. The Horseplace was just another destination she had in mind. Loud thundering steps told her that the creatures who lived here were approaching. Sprucepaw wasted no time in running out of the way before she was trampled to death. She'd heard far too many stories of cats dying because they were careless.

Two eyes, bright yellow like burning coals, stared back at her, mirroring my fear. "Who's there?" I whispered my voice barely a tremor. The growling grew louder, and closer, sending shivers down my spine. A stench of damp fur and something wild filled the air, making my stomach twist. In the depths of the pit, something stirred, a hulking shape slithering out of the darkness with the silent menace of a jungle cat. As the moonlight glinted off its form, my breath hitched. It was a creature of nightmares all sharp angles and shadows. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed like daggers in the dim light, and its eyes burned with an eerie glow like embers burning in a forgotten fireplace.

One by one, they all exhaled, believing the danger had passed. Just as they were about to return to their casual chatter, Cathrine’s instincts screamed at her. Something heavy pounced from the shadows, knocking her to the ground. The sudden impact forced her head against the earth, and her vision blurred momentarily. When she regained focus, she found herself face-to-face with a tiger—a Bengal tiger, its fierce, unblinking eyes locked onto hers. The creature’s fangs gleamed as it growled, ready to strike.

They bite and scratch him repeatedly before he manages to untangle himself. My heart rate spikes as I realize Lucian is about to take on nine wolves by himself. Care for the monster slaps me in the face, and I jump to run to his rescue, but the bodies around me refuse to let me move forward. They grab my arms and yank me back easily.

"I want lots of milk for this." "For the healing, you just have to concentrate on the area. Just imagine it closing up, like this." Scarlet made a show of giving April a cut on her upper right arm. "Hey," the cat woman protested. "We did the same thing when you were teaching me, so shut it!" Scarlet wheeled the knife at April. "The seventeenth time I died, Scarlet was the one to cause it. Set my head on fire." April pointed at herself. Scarlet laughed. "You still remember that?"

And at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish—even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill-temper. One night, returning home much intoxicated from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him, when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fiber of my frame. I took from my waistcoat pocket a penknife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and delibe