Novel & Cerita Marshall Paw Patrol Characters

She didn’t mind her dad and uncle calling her punkin but not in front of strangers, especially visiting Alpha’s. “Uncle, please stop calling me that in front of others.” She whined as he pulled her into a tight hug, making her blush. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to our top warrior, trainer, and my beautiful niece, Kydence.” He looked at her with such pride. And my nephews, Kasper, and Kruz. Kids, this is Alpha Connor BlackPaw from the BlackPaw Mountain pack, his head trainer, Tyler Samuels and his younger brother and Beta, Dakota.” He said as Connor greeted them shaking their hands.

Cleo's house was surrounded by witches in black robes, chanting with their hands in the air. "I smell smoke." Malcolm said, sniffing the air around us. "Oh, no!" Ms. Cleo grabbed my arm, leading me to the back of the house to a back window, but witches were surrounding the entire perimeter. "Damn it. We are trapped." "Not for long," Malcolm said, transforming into his panther form. He launched off the front porch, instantly knocking two witches to the ground. When they got back up, Malcolm was already on top of them. He bit one witch in the neck and threw her at another witch. The other two witches turned on him but were quickly dispatched by Ms. Cleo's spells.

Much stronger than they thought, and she gave birth to two huge, healthy, beautiful pups. The one, like Alex, blond with sky-colored eyes, with the power of death, and the other, like Micky, with brown hair and hazel eyes, with the power of life, worming the hearts of everyone. Kat wore a super-mom. She liked to take care of the pups herself. She plans on raising them well. They will be kings one day, but they will fill there people as family, not as servants.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

I pull my hand back to search, but the wolf starts back up again. "Give me a moment, alright?" I shoo him off and he plops down with his head down. "Angus, Apollo, Archie, Ash, Axel, Baxter, Bingo, Bruce, Bruno, Champ, Charlie, Chester, Chip, Coco, Dexter, Duke, Eddie, Felix, Frankie, Freddy, George, Griffin, Hunter, Kane, King, Lenny, Logan, Marty, Max, Milo, Nelson, Noah, Ollie, Oscar, Ozzy, Peanut, Pepper, Prince, Rambo, Rocco, Romeo, Sam, Scooby, Scout, Simba, Snoopy, Spencer, Spike, Spot, Tucker, Walter, Woody," I skip over the names as quickly as I can. I know for a fact I won't use common names, whether the wolf likes it or not.