Paw Patrol 9 Novels & Stories

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.

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So, believe it or not, I actually enjoy patrols. Training, no. Patrols, yes. Training means working on strengths and skills I don’t really have; I’d even go as far as calling myself a pacifist. I just don’t like violence and prefer to avoid it at all costs, even if it’s to defend myself. Defending Jennifer on the other hand is a different matter, and now that she’s carrying our pup, I do want to be able to protect them from anything. Patrols are different though. Everyone eighteen and over is required to do patrol shifts. This is so everyone contributes to protecting the pack. It’s not a hard job. You just spend a few hours in a designated section of the pack border trotting up and down in w

The Ghost’s Sanctuary Leaving Facility 9 happened in a rush of high-level emergency and terrified whispers. Now, the silence of Lyra’s Neutral Zone apartment felt heavy and strange. "Sit," Lyra commanded, her voice sounding calmer than she actually felt. Valerius obeyed, though it was not an act of submission, it was exhaustion. He sat on the edge of her small bed, his nine tails draped over the floor like heavy, silver-white velvet. The violet runes on his chest were still pulsing, but the light was dimming, flickering like a dying star.

I don’t really understand what it is because almost half of his explanation was in the form of sound effects but it doesn’t really matter because he seems satisfied with me just flying around making the occasional airplane noise. A few minutes later Maddy and Charlie come in to the room and says, “Ah, I see you’ve been introduced to Paw Patrol. Careful, he’ll suck you into that for hours.” “Oh good, can’t wait.” “She’s being Skye!” Seth says excitedly. “He must like you. Skye is his favourite,” she says with a wink. “Oh wow, I’m honoured,” I say with a grin. At that moment, the front door opens and a woman, who I assume is Maddy’s mom walks in saying, “Who’s car is in front of our house?”

Heavy footsteps retreated, followed by muffled conversation. A pause. Eternal. My legs trembled, still wrapped around the stranger's waist. "Maybe she slipped out already?" "Shit. Boss ain't gonna like that." "Let's check the east wing again." The voices faded, leaving only the pounding of my heart and the warmth of the stranger's body against mine. I sagged against the wall, relief flooding through me. The masked man's hand slipped from my mouth, trailing fire down my neck. "That was close," I whispered, voice shaky.

But Adrian only held Claire tighter, saying to Zoey, "Claire didn't mean to hurt you. She's just sick." The second time: Claire hurt Zoey's pet dog—the one she'd raised since childhood—seriously. The veins in Claire's neck bulged as she snarled, "If I see Adrian smile at you one more time, next time it won't just be a dog that hurts!" When Adrian came home, his first words were, "Claire, did the dog bite you?” The third time: Claire sabotaged Zoey's car engine. Zoey slammed the brakes just in time, but still ended up with a mild concussion.

Cassandra and April went for sophisticated but subtle; Inez and Alessia went for the smoky eye. Inez suggested they go in pairs, and the partners were settled early, since Cassandra and Alessia shared a car, and so did Inez and April. The first pair: Alessia’s car, a Jaguar F-Pace, purred to life at her hands.

Cherry Once we were done making sure that all our elderly shifters and pups were on the buses to the contemporary shelter in the Lune Pack, Dylan and I got off to have a word with Bill. “The coast is cleared now. We'll leave in five minutes,” he told us after finishing the call with his beta. “Thanks a lot, Bill.” Dylan gave him a firm handshake. “This won't be an easy battle, buddy. But once you win it, you'll rise way much stronger. It's Fenrys that you're up against with, after all.” Bill patted on Dylan's shoulder before leaving.

My eyes lock into his, "But what about my birth-" "I'm not waiting another nine days," he brushes my hair over one shoulder, leaving his mark on display, "the pack won't stand for it." He presses a long slow kiss to my lips, seemingly over the roadblock that was his mate, "I have to tend to a few things, Corbyn will be with you."