Humdinger Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but it was more of a forest scent than anything else. "A patrol is coming," Wildheart murmured. "Be on your guard." Sprucepaw watched carefully as three cats stepped forward. Sure enough Wildheart was right about the patrol. A ginger-brown tom with tabby markings was the first to glare at Wildheart. Beside him was an older looking apprentice-aged cat. Her tortoiseshell fur was bristling with annoyance when she spotted Sprucepaw. Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes.

Jasper looks suspicious, but kisses her hand and waits to hear what she has to say. “Dad- uh, I-I mean, Mister Cirillo bought us a puppy to be friends with our wolves. His name is Mister Happy. He’s a Saint Barnyard and still in our bedroom.” Kara pouts to match Katie. Jasper suppresses a laugh at her mispronunciation. “He’ll be sad without us.”

CHAPTER 17 /MAVERICK/ The hockey team group chat was going absolutely wild, my phone vibrating so heavily against my thigh that I thought the battery was going to melt. I finally pulled it out while sitting in my car, expecting another stupid post-finals meme from Saige. “Bro!! I heard that Mave’s tutor is gay?” Saige’s message read. What the fuck were they on about this time? “Mave, did you know about it ever since?” “You idiot, how would he know that?” Miller sent a sticker to follow up his message. “And how do you know that he's gay?”

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

she grumbled as our waiter walked out. I laughed it off as I turned my attention to the waiter. “We’ll both take the cheeseburger medium with chips and two pints of Carling black label.” I ordered for both of us. “Hey.” Adder hissed, kicking me. “What?” I asked. The waiter gulped, looking at Adder and then back at me, taking a half step back.

He’d most likely gone to join the morning patrol team at the crack of dawn. Everything had been somewhat quiet lately, if one did not know better, one could be fooled into thinking nothing was stirring in the background. But it was. Something was cooking and Kihara was almost sure she knew who was stirring the pot. She could smell the scent oozing from the pot, nothing as horrible as the stench of trouble and disaster. The pack had not relented or rested on their sense of caution. After loosing a pup to such horrible death, they were determined not to loose another.

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 was about to be mauled to death. "It's okay..." I say tensely. My body trembling with fright. "Here, you can have him back. You see I was protecting him. There was an eagle and it was going to get him but he's okay. See, you're welcome..." Slowly but surely I put Poppy back onto the floor and it padded towards his mother. Yet, the mother still growled. I backed up... "Where is Paw Patrol when you need em'." The dog barked, hard and loud, and I didn't grasp the level of stupid I am until that very moment when I pointed at the dog and yelled, "Bad dog!"

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.