Scary Cat Scratch Stories Novels & Stories

"About how, when my sister and I were little, they would take us to that shop every Sunday for fresh blueberry muffins, and we'd go for a hike together as a family." "Why did you stop going?" She blinked away from the shop, looking up at Shadow instead. "How did you know we stopped?" "You said 'when we were little,' my dear." Scar pulled her gaze from his inquisitive eyes, staring down at the brown boots he'd given her and at the cracks in the sidewalk beneath them. "She died when I was young." "I'm sorry," Damon said, his voice gentle and sincere. "What happened?" "It was a wolf , I initially thought it was a ghost ." Scar could still see it so clearly in her mind, even though it had happen

"Any chance we could talk this out?" My new tiger friend doesn't give me enough time to react before launching himself at me. Claws make contact with my stomach, ripping the fabric and making me tumble backward. A scream burst from my mouth. I can feel my skin growing hot as blood trickles down my jeans. Never in my entire life have I been severely injured. I pulled a girl's hair back in third grade, and she sucker-punched me, but that was nothing compared to the open wound on my stomach. Wincing in pain, I move to the trees, closing my eyes when the roaring werecat punches me in the gut. There are no claws this time. Still, I fall flat onto my back with all oxygen leaving my lungs—this guy

she said, gaping at me. I was doubled over, my hands on my knees. I looked at my arm to see blood dripping down it and I stood up straight quickly in shock. I had just scratched there, I didn’t think I did it that hard though! “What the…” I trailed off. “Oh shit,” Christine screamed, then pointed to my hand. I looked at my left hand to see small claws forming and like an idiot I started screaming at them to go away. “No! No not now! Not without Ryan and Nate! Ohh goddess please no! Please wait,” I squealed, just as a crippling pain hit my lower back, knocking me straight to my knees.

'How cruel! She was slowly recovering from the shock when she felt something moving on her nape. And then there were various pairs of legs tickling her sensitive skin. She froze. But when she felt it crawling towards her ears, that's when she flinched and let out a horrifying scream as she slap it off away. And the thing fell to the spot where the light from the fire had reached. It was a huge centipede, just as the size of the thumb on her feet. As she watched it crawl away while holding her chest, she realized what she had done. But it was already too late.

She wasn’t sure her legs could support her one more minute. The door creaked again. With all the fortitude she could muster, Tara made her way toward the door. She was just about to enter when an enormous mountain cat swept past her. Its piercing yowl blended with Tara’s shrill screeching at the startling confrontation. Her screams continued long after the beast disappeared into the tall grass of the fields. When her legs finally gave out, she crumbled to the ground.

"You look like you got caught in a cat fight and we don't have cats. " I sigh, washing my face with water from the tap, moving to tap dry it with the towel. I was still trying to understand whether what I saw last night was actually real, the only thing that proved I hadn't been dreaming was the numerous scratches that lined my face from the tree branches I'd ran into. How am I supposed to tell my best friend that her story was true? The same story we had both claimed never to believe in. I mean, my mind could have been playing tricks on me. A red moon, big mutt- bear things. Come on, no one would believe my story. "I fell down the stairs, " I finally say moving past her exiting the bathroom

"And the little scratches on your face must be from a cat I'm guessing?..." "A slight ruckus with a wild boar out in the highlands..." I replied sharply. "Unexpected lunge out of the bushes took me to the ground and my head to a boulder..." I explained. "The scratches are simply close calls and near fatal teeth marks, so I'm sure I'll be fine..."

As I followed her with my eyes, I noticed Max watching me. “What’s that scratch?” he asked, glancing at my chest. “I was rescuing a cat from a tree. It thanked me like this,” I replied with a light smile. “Dad, you have to kiss it so it won’t hurt. Aunt Nastya always says that,” Sasha chimed in, already devouring meat alongside Alice without waiting for everyone to sit down. “Is that so? Well, if you insist, I’ll definitely do that—but at home,” Max whispered the last two words into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

It was like a force had pulled me. Then I came face to face with a small animal. And a human. I jumped over the human and hit the animal with my snout, sending it skidding away. I growled. I hated how these cougars still haven't been taken care of. Grandpa claimed we shouldn't give the humans reasons to be suspicious when the cougars all suddenly disappeared. In a matter of seconds, I'd shredded the beast apart and I turned around, only for me to see Skylar. She was covered in dirt and bruises.

You wouldn't dare focus on anything when your back was burning like a blazing fire. "Of course you don't care until they bit you," he told putting me one of the tarantula. Panic attacked me rapidly, I tried to struggle and shake my shoulders trying yo remove the animal of me. "Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo." The scorpion was walking on my bare breast then to my neck. The feeling of the tarantula's feet under my skin makes me tremble like no other. It feared my soul like hell. One bite, only one bite then I would be dead without me knowing it.