Paw Patrol Air Pups Marshall Novels & Stories

Their pajamas are drenched in flour, cake mix, and frosting. Lionel eyes them critically. He raises a dark eyebrow. I shrug. “I see…do you think a power washer will work on getting the gunk off of them?” He mummers. Amusement lurking at the corners of his face. Laughter bubbles in my chest. “The water hose would probably work. Or a dunk in the pool.” He chuckles. “I’m sure they would love that. Patti is practically a mermaid.” Vera and Patti had been recently introduced to more kid movies. Playing mermaids became Patti’s favorite game. Vera…not so much.

My voice was grabbled but I was able at least to keep my eyes open. ‘I’m coming! Just…hold out a little longer! I’m coming!’ Auri’s voice was like a relief I thought I would never hear. ‘Uriel found the pups. Reagan, Rowan, Bast and Osiris are safe. They are with the other kids. Just hold on! I’ll be there soon!’

"Papa? Did the handsome man bring the sun-drops?" Mars paused, looking at the bag of candy Grant had handed him. He pulled out a milk chew and handed it to the boy. "Yes, Apollo. He brought them." "Is he a good wolf?" Mars looked toward the door, sensing Grant’s presence standing guard in the hallway, a silent, powerful sentinel. "He's a stubborn wolf," Mars whispered. "But he’s ours." The transition was swift. We moved through the back service entrance of the Pacific Crest Resort, Grant’s security team forming a wall of muscle and fur around us. The twins were bundled in blankets, unaware of the war being waged over their heads.

Zayne Marshall was a twelfth grader like me. He had few friends, actually just two friends, the twins, Jayson and Jayden. Surprisingly, he had good grades and was one of the top students not only in Hilltop High School but also throughout the state. He was bad tempered as well, and people avoided crossing his paths, even the teachers. His father, Henry Marshall was one of the most powerful werewolf in the state. He also had a cousin who he was quite close to.

"I appreciate that, Rosy. You two look so big today. Are you sure you're four? You look at least five." "We're four!" Maple insisted, holding up four fingers with his thumb sticking out sideways. "And my wings are coming today after cake!" Marlon’s smile softened, but his eyes flicked toward something. He let out a quiet, tired sigh. "Listen, little monsters, Uncle Marlon has to go fix some silly paperwork at his big desk." Rosy’s smile vanished instantly. Her shoulders slouched, and her small lower lip pushed out into a dramatic pout. "No," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around my leg. "Don't go."

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?”

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.

With a heart full of excitement and a mind filled with evil thoughts, Marshall marched into the Casino. His head was held high as he found his way into the inner room. On his left side was Alice, his puppet. As they entered the subdued radiant room, Marshall lounged on the luxurious, leather-upholstered couch and exhaled a deep breath before Alice sat on his laps. She kissed him for a while before she broke from the kiss and opened her purse. She gave a devilish smile as she brought out a pack of cigarettes which she flaunted alongside a lighter.

Ethan trembled, a full-body shiver of a wolf caught in a silver snare. His mouth worked, but no sound came out. I had anticipated resistance. My shadow-walker, on a separate retainer, had already mind-linked the Enforcers about Seraphina. As if summoned by the accusation, Seraphina appeared at the hall entrance. Two senior Enforcers flanked her. She looked ghostly. Her eyes were red-raw. And in her arms, swaddled in a soft grey pelt, was a pup.

Aryn The mall was a blur of noise and bright lights. Marcus, being Marcus, had taken me to the fanciest parts, the shops with glass fronts and prices that almost gave me a heart attack. Ghost, our new fluffball, was snuggled happily in his special carrier that Marcus had bought. He seemed to like it, occasionally letting out a tiny whimper or a contented sigh. He was surprisingly quiet for a puppy, which was a huge plus.