Marshall Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

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.

Apparently, Paw's transformation to any race was a draining act that took him days to recover which was why his mark had appeared. Before he had successfully copied Genad's power amidst a little which was why it could hide its tattoo but now that he was drained he couldn't use his magic to even as much change form which meant he was stuck in his furry form for a while. 'Not that I mind.' Paws once more clenched Feral's pants by his teeth and once more pulled at the brunette. Finally giving up on cautioning the naughty cat, Feral simply followed it until they reached their destination- a small wooden door.

to mock her unique biology. Later, after mastering the mechanics of physical combat, Paige had brutally thrashed every single pup who had ever targeted her, instilling an absolute, long-lasting terror within their spirits. Following that absolute defeat, they stopped bothering her perimeter entirely. As for Trevor, his internal wolf had been deeply impressed and awestruck by her strength ever since she had thoroughly dominated him in the dirt. Ultimately, their paws had traded a pact-shake and they became allies! In the later cycles, Paige evacuated her birth territory to seek out employment as a high-grade personal bodyguard. She had never crossed paths with a single pup from her childhood

“Let’s not make our hopes up. You know I don’t have the power to do this, but I’ll do my best to convince him.” “That’s hopeful for me.” “Princess Tara, look.” Isaac was already holding a full white puppy. “Aw. So cute.” I petted it, and it began wiggling its tail. “That’s Cloud, a four months two weeks old Samoyed. He’s fully vaxxed and microchipped.” “Can I have Cloud?” He gave Lily the same puppy-eyed look. “Daddy and Daddy Mad told me I could have a dog, and when I turned ten, I could have a horse.”

Lucas was right to bet on that, because in the end, I had compromised for Leon's sake. "Okay, Leon." … But this time, the moment I opened the front door, I came face to face with Emily. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she was holding the hand of a pup about Leon's age. Almost instantly, she dropped to her knees right in front of me, looking utterly subservient. "Luna, please, Kyle's wolf is agitated right now. He needs his father's guidance, just this once. I beg you!" Kyle sobbed pitifully and reached his hand out to Lucas. "Dad! I feel awful… Dad!"

We continued talking for a while until Mika came in. "Hey baby, how's our pups doing?" I glanced at Paige, who looked confused when he called them pups, but she didn't say anything. Mika had been referring to them as pups most of the time since I told him that's what my people called our young. He thought it was the cutest thing and that it fit with our rescue, which was named 'Blue's Wildlife Rescue Center' after a wolfdog that Mika had owned growing up.

Lili’s has unicorns and the word Sparks. Behind them, Luke’s new oversized puppy is wagging his snow white body like a caffeinated polar bear, tongue lolling out, blue eyes shining. An Alaskan Malamute named Gojo. The dog is courtesy of a brother who works at a puppy pound. And the name, courtesy of a jade-eyed friend who is into manga. And of course now they all want one … a puppy … not a brother. Even Leyla. “We’re here for sandwiches,” River announces cheerfully.

Jake’s voice cut through the air, deep and commanding and I froze. My body obeyed him before my mind had the chance to understand why. The mate bond, even if I refused to feel it, recognized his authority. Pa’s face flushed red, his wolf pushing against his skin in fury. His voice boomed, his power rattling the walls. “Are you deaf?!” His hands fisted so tight his claws burst through skin, blood dripping from his palms. “Is there something wrong with your legs or are you trying to provoke me?” His voice shook the floor beneath my feet. “I said go to your room!”

It's a couple of hours before lunch, so I head downstairs with my mates in tow. On the back patio, I see the pups gathered in groups or playing in the playground behind the house. I approach some of the older ones and ask which packs they belong to. I learn they are from the Cold Mountain Pack, Emerald Lands Pack, and Green Forest Pack. Once everyone finishes eating, I ask them to gather around. As they stand before me on the back porch, I raise my hands to quiet them.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded