Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

I did a couple of tricks and struck him hard. He seems lost of energy as he started panting and his moves were losing speed. This is the time! I used the opportunity and started scratching him all over his body. I don't want him to die so easily. As I planned, limb by limb! His fur was now drenched with his blood from my scratchings. I didn't scratch deeper but just enough to draw blood by breaking his skin. I bite hard into his damaged foreleg near his shoulder and pulled it hard. He howled in pain and fell when his limb had disconnected from his body. The blood from his vessel drenched my fur. I spit his foreleg from my mouth before his face and circled him with predator look.

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.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Now that I think about it, how can a cat scratch last this long? "That cat scratch still uh... painful?" Eric frowned and looks down. "Yeah." He replies. "Stupid cat. The doctor says it might be an infection." I looked at his black hair one more time and nod. "Yeah. Stupid cat." Justin emerged from a corner. That was my cue to go, so I turned around. But Justin grabbed my shoulder before I could do that. "I need to talk to you." He says in a low voice. "I don't want to," I said strictly.

As Riley leaned over, poised to pounce on his innocent victim, Scarlett grabbed at his hand. It wasn't just another excuse to touch him--the thought of him fighting was one thing but she didn’t want to see it. It made her stomach turn, giving her that same feeling as the time her neighbour’s cat had caught a bird in the bushes. The poor thing had squealed and flapped to no avail, and though she’d desperately wanted to save the poor little thing, her mother stopped her. It was just nature, she said, and it was kinder to let it take its course.

Cara didn't understand what she was feeling and continuously tried to shake the feeling. As she approached her best friend's house the cat dug it's claws into her and meowed in protest of being held. Instinctively, Cara let it go and huffed in frustration of having been scratched by the little thing. Shaking her head in annoyance, she watched as it ran over to the side yard and under a pear tree. Where it promptly sat on it's honches and started licking its front paw. Cara walked over to where it sat to retrieve it before knocking on the door to announce herself.

They believed Ann to be in the dark alley and will soon emerge from the treacherous dark alley to hunt her prey. She raised her leg to take a step but was startled by a sudden thudding sound. Her heart raced. The thudding sound came from behind the dumpster ahead. She flashed her torchlight and focuses her gaze on the dumpster. A loud hiss escaped her lips as her torchlight flashed on a black innocent cat. “It’s just a cat,” she glanced at her colleague with relief. “I don’t think so,” her colleague glanced at her with fear in his eyes. Before he could say, “It’s not just a cat,” the cat pouched on him and scratched his eyes with its claws.

Grandma scolded me for being too clumsy that day, and when I was finally told to sleep, I cried all through the night, as the horrible scene of being threatened came knocking like the ants that hovered around my room. " If you say anything, I will kill everyone!" He threatened, my only witness was the ikati. Outside, I could hear their meowing all through the night, and when I couldn't stop crying I came out, it wasn't big, just a small black cat that was almost one with the night sky. Its oddly shiny eyes were the only thing I could see clearly, and ever since that night, I had found a special friend who would not expose any of my secrets to anyone.

A feral hiss radiated from the shadows. I squinted and made out the silhouette of a cat. How in the world did this cat get in here? I didn’t have a concrete answer, but I was willing to bet money on the guess that werewolves and cats don’t get along. I reached my hand into the little nook where the cat had folded itself. It was my turn to hiss as the cat’s claws made contact with the flesh of my hand. “You little shit,” I muttered as I grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and pulled it out of the hole.

What better place than the most dangerous state in North America. I heard the ruffling through the bushes and I turnaround, knowing it's probably Scarlet, I make a few weird sounds and call for her "Scarlet..come here, girl .."Her paws soundproof her steps as she runs to me, she suddenly stops right at my feet and hisses loudly baring her teeth. That's never happened before, I slowly reach out my hand, and she backs off and hisses more before I know it she's already scratched my hand. I feel a pull at my backbone and Mage immerses out of me, Scarlet runs away back into the bushes scared and frightened.