Marshall Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

After the big hug I run over to where the dogs lived and start to pet them, my uncle speaks with my parents for a little while, until I hear my name being called. "Alright munchkin, we're gonna go now but we'll see you in three days" my dad smiles walking over, I nod getting up giving him a big hug telling him I'd miss him. My mum walks over picking me up in a tight squeeze, telling me she loved me before walking away, I turn watching them walk out the door sending me a final wave.

Frosty. The Pitwolf pup Claude's father rescued after a group of Heroes accompanying his father in a Tangent killed Frosty's pack and left him to die. Claude's father, Gil, snuck the pup out of the Tangent and brought him home to Claude where he was healed and has lived ever since. The only remnants of Frosty's tragic past can be found in a ring of missing hair around his back leg where he was once caught in a snare. Despite this rather harsh upbringing, he'd be alright. PitWolves were tough..

Amelia answered Lexy. "Werewolves don't exist, though," I tried to reason with Amelia because it seemed like she really believed this. Amelia just looked at Romeo, his ear slightly twitched upwards but his eyes remained closed, "apparently the wolves are as big as cars, they're abnormally large...a whole lot like Romeo, Pandora."

he said to me. He didn’t wait for a response before I felt his arm leave my body and he charged forward, right at the people shooting at us. “Wait, no!” I cried out in protest of his actions, but he didn’t pay any attention to me. My head was down, but I could see him charging toward the guys dressed in black, standing at the top of the stairs while continuously pulling the trigger with their large guns aimed in our direction. I watched as Jonathan morphed into a large, brown wolf and took out the first man within his reach. His claws dug so deep into his neck that it was impossible at this point for that person to get back up on his feet.

“You don’t smell bad.” “That kid seemed to think so,” she whispered. “Hey, you remember what it was like to be a kid, right, and you have these ideas in your head that you can be a superhero or whatever? Well, he watches Paw Patrol and thinks he has a super sniffer. It’s just something he likes right now and will be fuel for future embarrassment later in life.”

They had breakfast together, some of the visiting wolves that were in the pack house joined them; his father was included among them, though he sat at a different table, since theirs was full. Once they’d finished their meal, they headed to the tournament grounds where the pups would do their run to compete and test their speed. It was divided up into age groups and between boys and girls, since Gemma insisted it had to be fair. The pups seemed ready and excited to compete, but then, he would’ve been too, at that age. First prize was a paid day at the entertainment center, second prize was a free meal, with milkshake and dessert at the diner and the third prize was a hamper from the candy

These last few months have been the most incredible months of my life, and I’m happy to report that the pack is flourishing more than ever. With Sorrell as my Luna, we have worked hard to whip this pack into shape. Since Sorrell took her oath and we completed our bond, we got straight to work. The entire pack officially participates in training. Even the children. The children have different days and times, so it doesn’t impact their sleep schedules and their schooling, and some parents were unsure at first, but the pups have taken to it with gusto, and guess who handles the pup's training? That would be my fantastic Luna.

--- 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 looked up only to see Wolfe. He stepped in, holding something out toward me. “Here,” he said. “I think this fell from your bag.” I frowned slightly, glancing down. My heart skipped as I stared at the small, colorful bandage of Paw Patrol in his hand. Paw Patrol was Creed’s favorite and most of his belongings, if not all, have the character ingrained on it. My fingers closed around it quickly, almost instinctively. “Oh,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Thank you.”

They gave her their black card and told her to decorate and buy whatever she needed for the pack-wide celebration. Tia Elise Henry, was the youngest of three pups to Alpha Markus and Luna Ava Henry of the Cherry Ridge Pack. A pack with roughly just over two hundred pack members. They were a peaceful pack. They dealt a lot in livestock and farming. The Cherry Ridge pack has been a neutral, non-aggressive pack for nearly five generations, and the pack held faith that Alpha Markus instilled the same values in his son and future heir, Simon.