Scary Stories Dog Licking Hand Novels & Stories

The wolf stood up and slowly approached me in such a submissive manner that I was afraid. My whole body froze until the beast looked at me with such concentration that I let out a big sigh. After that, the animal started licking its fingers and shaking my hands. Feeling the thick fur of that wolf made me gasp in shock, and then the wolf started whimpering again. “I hope you don't tear me apart,” I whispered fearfully. I put my hand on the wolf's head and began to stroke it more eagerly; however, the beast began to whimper with pleasure and urged me to stroke it more until I took the confidence to scratch it behind the ears.

With a feral growl, he jumped right back up; claws out, he jumped straight at Hades. Lifting my hand to touch my neck, I ran out of energy as my hand reached my face. Instead, it lay next to my face, and I now saw how the blood pooled around it. Minorized, I stared at it; the sound of rabid dogs and fighting wolves faded as my entire world revolved around a hand in blood. What a strange sensation; I felt so cold, but my hand was so warm in that thick liqueur. A tiny piece of wood landed right next to my little finger, like a stone thrown into the water stream. I started shouting. There was so much shouting and noise! I didn’t like it! My vision blurred; maybe I was still crying.

No extra limbs, no missing parts, no strange growths or discolorations. Just a normal, beautiful white dog. My chest tightened with an emotion I couldn’t name. “You’re perfect,” I breathed. The dog’s tail swept across the floor once. Twice. Slowly, carefully, I extended my hand through the bars as far as the chains would allow. The dog leaned forward and sniffed my fingers. Its nose was cold and wet and so shockingly normal that I almost laughed. Then it licked my hand. The laugh did come then—broken and a little hysterical, but genuine.

Eyes fixated on my hand on his dog’s head and I glance down in case he thinks I’m smacking him or something absurd. “What?” I ask defensively and put more effort into stroking the heavy lump on my legs gently in case he thinks it’s some sort of animal abuse and I just broke his little code of proper treatment. Lync has strangely odd textured fur. It's soft yet wiry and a little unruly and doesn’t feel too bad when you smooth it properly

It wagged only for two kinds of people: the ones who fed it meat, and the ones who made it feel safe. She pulled her soap-slicked hand from the water, wiped it on her apron, and extended it toward Gray Wolf's nose, back of the hand first. Gray Wolf sniffed. It stretched out its tongue and licked her. Her fingers curled but she did not pull away. Gray Wolf licked her again. "It likes you," he said.

I explained rubbing my hands on his body calming him down. “ Dangerous, huh?, You are scared of those little things, they aren't worth your fear" He assured me, pinching my boobs, I moaned, placing his hands there properly. “Like I said, don't judge a book by its covers, They are one of the most dangerous wolves ever lived, don't ask me how I found out about that. I have my ways” I smirked putting my hands inside his pants, earning a moan from him. “Whatever, I am not scared of them, though. Let's be alert, Scarlett is behaving strange and that Beta's son needs to be killed” Luke gritted his teeth angrily, I licked his bare chest, He isn't putting on a shirt, calming his nerves down with tha

I tried not to be too annoyed, or hurt by that. My wolf, on the other hand, was in a killing mood. Claim. Claim. Claim what is yours. The horny dog seemed to scream at me every second Claire’s lovely scent perfumed the air. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I licked down her neck, giving little nips and licks as I went. I pulled up the hem of her flimsy cotton top, showing the most perfect shape of breast on a human…wolf. I only knew I had stared reverently at it for too long when I heard the low growl that came from her throat and I chuckled.

He thought of me as his meal. "Please kill me.", I begged to the dog but he continued eating the ribs while scratching or biting on my chest. I continued to sob as bit by bit the pain intensified and I felt weaker. I was losing blood fast. Soon I felt my vision being cloud as I closed my eyes with the last thought in my head. Pick me up. Please! I felt something wet on my hand. I looked down to see Coco was licking my hand. I picked him up. "You done buddy?", I asked as he again barked.

At that very moment, I am paralyzed as I lay there, watching him lower his head to my side and startlingly lick my bruises. Because his tongue was so fiery, it felt as if someone was scrubbing my hand with scalding water. The fact that he is actually licking the blood stains off of my wounds is repulsive to me, and it makes me wonder if he is some kind of zombie or vampire creature. It's both strange and completely revolting that I attempted to wrest it away from his firm hold on it.

his wolf and vampire side was very angry,they were both struggling on who would appear to destroy the creature that dared provoked them, that is why his eyes color were different from each other. Lily froze at the sight of Lucas,his appearance was scary,he didn't look normal.his fangs has also appeared and his hands were covered with white furs.Lily's feet was shaking,her hands trembling,goose bumps appeared on her body,her face was covered in beads of sweat.she didn't understand what was happening.she picked her phone from her bag to call the police but her hands were trembling,her phone dropped from her hands and fell down on the tiled floor , her screen shattering to pieces.