Scary Stories Dog Licking Hand Novels & Stories

Hectors wolf did not spare it a second of mercy when it snapped its neck then released its body. It turned to me. The stray dog’s blood oozed out of it mouth in long strings. I swallowed hard as it glided towards me in a very intimidating way. I thought it would hurt me so I did the only thing a sane person who was trapped and had nothing else to do could do at a situation like that. I blocked my face with my arms. I was waiting for the attack. Maybe a bite or a scratch, but nothing came. Instead, I felt something slimy and warm on my arm. I peeked through the space between my arms to find Hectors wolf licking my elbow wound. My heart stopped beating too fast as I looked at the animal. It lo

I muttered, throwing the man a challenging look. He shrugged, clearly unfazed. “I might believe the part about wolves chasing you. You do have some pretty nasty claw marks, after all,” he admitted, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “But the ‘friends leaving you in the woods’ bit? Not buying it.” I cursed under my breath, the heat crawling up my neck as his dog came closer, sniffing around my hand. “Tell your dog to back off,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as it nosed around me.

She flinched when she felt a hot wet tongue lick the hand that she was using to cover her head and she slowly took the hand off her face and what greeted her was a long lick and little bits on her face from Liam's wolf. Liam's guards who had their face turned away in fear of seeing Scarlett get devoured and torn to pieces by Liam's wolf slowly looked back at Liam when instead of screams of pain, they were hearing yapping noises. Their eyes widened in shock when they saw what was happening inside their cage. Seeing that Scarlett was not responding to him but was staring at him wide-eyed, Liam's wolf cocked his head to the side before using his paw to nudge her, as if willing her to play with

Lucas announced for the fifteenth time that morning, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside the couch with the kind of manic energy only a five-year-old could maintain, I was feeling envious of his two working ankles at the moment. "Papa said that licking makes things heal faster! Wolves do it all the time!" "Absolutely not," I said firmly, pulling my injured foot away from his reaching hands, drawing the line at that. "Lucas, we've talked about this. Humans don't lick injuries. That's unsanitary." "But Papa said—" "Papa was telling you stories about wolves," I interrupted, shooting a glare toward Damon, who was working on his laptop in the armchair across from me, his expression far too i

Her hand shook as she reached out and gently touched its neck. The dog did not snap or growl, and Jovie's fear ebbed away. She stroked its head, whispering words of comfort. "Big doggy, did the bad people take you too? Don't worry, my daddy will come for us soon. He's like a superhero, super strong. He'll beat up the bad guys and get us out of here..."

I called in pain, but he didn't ask, he stretch his bleeding hand to me. Lick them off. Was he asking me to have his blood again, I have no idea why he asked that of me, if licking every blood off his skin will give him the strength to climb off this place then I will gladly do it. I pulled his arm to lick it. Not there but here. That was when I realized it was the blood coming from his hand, not the worthless blood of those wolves that he had to slay I lower my head and lick off the blood from his wound.

I went to flinch; however, Alexei tightened his grip a little, stopping me “he won’t hurt you” “Isn’t he afraid of us being wolves? I know that a horse’s instinct is to run from predators, and technically, we are” I asked, looking at the animal who put his muzzle on my hand, making me smile. I slowly put my hand on his head, scratching it, my hands shaking despite trying to act confident.

My fingers trembled with fear, but the hound's reaction was unexpected. It didn't recoil or growl, instead, it nuzzled my hand gently, its rough tongue brushing against my soft skin. The fear that had gripped me moments ago began to transform into a mixture of fascination and relief as I realized this formidable hound wasn't here to harm me, but perhaps seeking companionship in the desolate darkness. I slowly reached its fur on his head, slightly brushing it. "A...are y...you Luca?" I stuttered a bit while asking him. It growled softly to answer.

I hope Adam will be okay. Maybe it was just the air but I felt a burst of force on my face. And the crazy thing is that I still haven’t been clawed at which moves me to open my eyes to see what must have happened. To my surprise, there is a hand over my face. And on that hand is the paw of the wolf which has obviously gone through the hand because it was dripping blood right down on my face. Before I could make sense of that, the owner of the hand has pushed the paw away from my face and then quickly hit the wolf with his leg which sends it a distance away from me. At least now I could say I was safe for a while.

"I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress." I threw the polishing cloth into the basin, splashing water all over my hands. "You saw wrong." "I didn't." Lyra jumped down from the stool. She walked over and looked up into my face. "Mom, cry. Let your wolf cry. It'll make you feel better." Instead of crying, I laughed. "You little pup. You must have been listening to the elder's theatrical tales again, haven't you?" She shook her head and reached out to take my hand. Her palm was so small, her skin so soft.