Double Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

It’s size alone told me it was a child but children don’t shift. “You are when I find you!” Aiden growled before cutting the connection. I heard howling in the distance as the patrols rallied. “Man, I’m dead. Ok so what do we do now.” I sighed. “We better have a plan before dad gets here because he is going to kill us.” The pup started to back away at the sound of the patrols. Trying to slink away to a nearby bush. “We won’t hurt you.” Braxton laid down trying to make himself look as small as possible and not intimidating.

I just wish I got to ride her more often than I do. I rev the engine, smiling as I feel the powerful vibrations rumbling underneath me and I take off out of the garage. As I emerge from the false bright overheads of the garage into the darkness of predawn, I pop a wheelie then head for the pack gates. The orphan pups on their way to the packhouse for breakfast see me coming. They run to the edge of the road, waving, and laughing. I pop another wheelie to give them a thrill as I go by and they go wild, making me genuinely smile. I love pups and the ease of amusing them. I pick up speed as I near the front gate that is already sitting open for me. I accelerate again and peel out of the gate. M

to people’s ears, this loud barking could be heard but to Polly’s and Pilita’s ears it was more like “Intruders! Get out of here! This place is mine!” It was coming from a caged dog, a Pitbull-Terrier mix, and he was drooling of anger. The barking brought the owners of the house out. When they saw Pilita and Polly, they ran after them with a stick in hand. Pilita should be feeling afraid but she was not. It was thrilling for her. She had not used her legs too much and now she got to use them for long-distance walking, running and even jumping. Her enjoyment was cut short when she saw Polly trailing. He was running alright, but with much difficulty. His forearms and legs never allowed him to

I took it back inside then poured the bloody water in the toilet. I went back and sat at the pave looking at Lupus playing around. It still pains me that I can't take him on regular walks. Maybe we could go out at night when everyone is asleep. "Lupus," "Woof!" He came running towards me. "Do you want to go back to the woods tonight?" He started wincing again. "Not permanently, you big baby. Just for a night walk." "Woof!" "Okay, it's confirmed now. You definitely understand me."

“That's why you all die with three to four beasts to your names!” He flicked his wrist, and one of his recluse ring glowed, as an animal materialised before us. It was the popular beast used by most police officers. The Bloody Fangs Panther! “Look at this animal. Tell me, how long would it take you to tame it from the forest? Comments from the audience, please.” Everyone observed its aura and age range, before quickly making calculations. Someone finally raised an arm up.

--- 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.

Chief Wolfpaw uses magic to make a flame in his claws. He holds it like a tiny heartbeat, precious and guiding us along the green gem pathway. The cave has cave paintings of human and werewolf battles. There are other cave paintings of Wolf Clan hunts, weddings, and other ceremonies in honor of their great people. A living history living among the walls like a timeline of chalk art.

Chase grumbled with mild curiosity. "This is Chase. He is a German Shepherd puppy and the second member of the PAW Patrol." "Really?" His voice trailed off, clearly impressed. "Well, that's pretty nice.I have a dog, a real dog; his name is Ruru." "Woah! Really, Mr. Johnson?" "Yes." Tommy smiled, proud of his toy. "But mommy hates real dogs, but Chase here is a police and traffic cop dog and a super spy police dog." As they chatted, Amaya beat harder than ever. She tried to keep Tommy away from Chase, but the man kneeled down and took to her son like they were longtime buddies.

The little girls inquisitive nature had made her stop to investigate a noise she had heard, it was a deer caught in a fence, she had approached it fearlessly and carefully freed its entangled antlers. It should have been dangerous, the deer was much bigger than the little girl and one sweep of those powerful antlers would have ended her life but it had stilled the moment she spoke to it. Her soft voice calmed the creature as she explained what she was going to do to free him, her small hands working quickly to let him go smiling widelt and clapping her hands when he bounded off into the woods. When he had approached with his Patrollers she should have been terrified, four huge