2 Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

He growls low at me and throws us on our back, >Kaeden is our MATE - mate special< he throws back at me. We quickly jump up and stare in the direction of no man’s land. A group of rogue wolves no less than five, one male, two females and each female has a pup walking beside them. Cyro growls, gaining their attention. The group looks over in shock at Cyro and quickly makes a get-away.

Chapter Thirty-Two: We're Sorry Kiara, at the age of twelve Kayden POV: It was down to the last question. Our little mate and the other pup, Shawn, were left for the final round. Kiki's friends had not made it to the final round. You could see the hurt in our little mate's eyes when the Scholar Andrew announced the first tier of results. It took everything in Jayden and me not to go over there and comfort our brave little mate. We could see the tears gathering in her eyes, but we stayed back and let that pup, Jacob and Rex console her.

Most of the patrols are only 3 people total but now that we will have more wolves available we will be increasing the size of the patrols as well as the frequency of them. "Alright so for you men, we have done this patrol hundreds of times. We are going to take the perimeter down to the creek and then take the long way around. We will all spread out in twos and do a sweep. Keep with your partner at all times and there should be no issue. Since we have an odd number of wolves I will be going in between partners to check on everyone. Now, partners are going to be one male and one female. Men, make sure that you are showing your partner what all to look out for. If I find any of you not being n

After about two hours of running around, catching some rabbits and watching Violet stop to smell literally everything, I was ready to get down to business. *Let’s go home and make pups,* I said to everyone. My brothers immediately began howling and I followed suit. Violet shook her head. *Catch me if you can, fluffy.* Fluffy! What the heck? Dusk growled, he didn’t want any cutesy little nickname. He was a warrior and he would let her know how rough he liked it. She took off running back toward our little house and I was delighted to chase her. We chased her right to the porch and she laid down. She had light brown fur but little white boots on her paws, it was absolutely adorable. I hoped ou

He pulled her down beside him, arm around her waist, warmth blooming, their laughter mingling, a vow in every jest. Lila’s scroll unfurled, hazel eyes sparkling, voice bright, showing pups her sketch. “See, the stones—like our pack, standing tall!” Spark yipped, vibrant. Stars, Lila—shine, lead! Pups cheered, their crowns bold, dawn catching their joy, her courage their guide.

Thalia and Erato, their twin puppies, ran circles around the family, sometimes herding the kids and sometimes joining in the chaos. Zeus and Tinkerbell arrived last with Xenia and Clay, their stately parental presence clear as day. Tinkerbell had a silk ribbon tied around her neck. Zeus wore a custom tag that read “Papa of the Pack.” Rufio bounded toward them. They sniffed him, bumped noses, and then flopped in the shade like monarchs satisfied with their legacy. It was loud, messy, vibrant—everything this park was meant to be. And while it felt nice to be with everyone Alan and I had slipped away to wander just the two of us, and Rufio of course.

“They did. You don’t want to ever underestimate those two. Quirin has trained them together and my brother Wade calls them the Double K Triple Threat. My father and Wade both spar with them. And now, Piper, she’s sort of a sister-in-law who is on Delta Squad, spars with them. So even though they’re young, they are great fighters. We stop at a light and Riley turns to give his mate the full force of his gaze. “Fine. You can start training our pups,” she concedes. “Finally!” he says, turning back to the road. “How old are they?” Wendy asks. “They’re three and four,” Courtney says as Riley waves at the gate guard and we begin driving onto his pack lands. “Wow! Your pack lands are beautiful, Alp

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

I growled with a giggle. Marcus, Norm, and Lexi all laughed. Molly, Melissa, and I couldn’t help, but join in. We did sound ridiculous. “Chastity, Lexi, I want to hear all about your week!” Norm requested with a bounce. Lexi, and I proceeded to tell them everything we did that week. Molly, and Melissa added things in as well. Norm, and Marcus listened intently the whole time. Norm did ask a few questions, and laughed at Lexi’s story about her, Colby, and the dunk tank. When we finished Marcus, and Norm told us about their week together. It was good to hear they had such an enjoyable time with Norm’s family, but I could definitely understand why Marcus was worn out. He did a lot to keep the l

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.