Paw Patrol Air Pups Marshall の小説・ストーリー

This position made it look like I was deliberately leaning into him. I gritted my teeth and spoke, my fingertips revealing the faint glow of wolf claws from the strain. "Mr. Marshman, could you please move aside?" Marcus didn't budge; instead, his fir aura intensified. As he lowered his gaze, his vertical pupils flickered in the shadow of his lashes. "You picked the mattress. How do you know it works without giving it a try?" His boot scraped lightly against my ankle, sending a prickling sensation shooting up my skin.

Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air." As soon as Venn finished speaking, Amity also regained her strength, gently flying from the air to the ground. Amity looked at Lily again and said, “Try it!”

“Understood?” “Yes, sir,” the guards responded in unison. His eyes flicked back to me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the anger or the control he wielded so effortlessly. Instead, I focused on my new companion. The puppy was a mixture of cream and light brown, with a soft patch of black fur near one ear. His eyes, big and round, seemed to hold a curiosity about the world that made me want to protect him from everything—even from Aiden.

JOSH POV Then there are the pictures of Maddie doing warrior training, studying, wearing protective gear while using tools and machinery, playing with her little siblings, sitting with Tyson at a large desk looking over paperwork, holding an older Nolan’s hands while sitting in Lotus position in meditation, Maddie walking through what I recognize as this very packhouse, tall and proud while speaking to a younger Bette. There are so many pictures depicting Maddie’s life as she grows. Rose continues to talk while my eyes drink in the images before me. “My male pups all have nurturing, protective, or healing powers. Very powerful, but passive, I guess some would call them. In a sense.

Ethan and Liam ran madly toward the entrance of the building, their eyes looking for nothing but the pups. They pawed through the door, and Ethan's first view almost made his blood boil. Against the rear wall were cowered puppies, bulging their eyes in shock and terror. Rank upon rank of the Pack, Moon Shadow, were interposed in their way, ready to fight ferociously until death. "Get the pups!" Ethan snarled, launching from the one he was on top of to the one nearer to where he was. Brutal, but determination hummed through him with each hit, each blow, and the need to protect those he cared for.

I stood up, making to move towards the pup, when I heard a soft coughing, and then the sound of a baby quietly crying. I felt tears come to my eyes, as I looked to Marly, who was still in shock. I sat back down, holding her head in my arms, forcing her to look at me. “Listen to that Marly; our pup is alive,” I repeated to her until she finally heard me. I saw tears fill her eyes, “The pup is alive?” she asked me, seeking confirmation even though she could hear it with her own ears.

They wore the old Voss expressions, the ones Aiden had seen on his father’s face for years. Rylan shifted forward, but Aiden lifted a hand, stopping him. “Anyone else?” Aiden asked. A woman by the far wall raised her hand without waiting to be invited. Mara. Mid‑thirties. Gamma. Ran logistics for three city blocks without missing a shipment. Kept the pups’ immunization schedules better than most human clinics. “I’ll speak,” she said. “Since the boys are having feelings.” A few of the younger wolves bristled. Mara ignored them.

I added, fretting if the weak wolf might give up on life and die. The wounds on Casper's body sent a shiver down my body. They were capable of sending goosebumps down on anybody, the wolf didn't tender any mercy at all. "Who might have done this?" I uttered, but Marshall refused to gaze at me and reply. Instead, I saw him in a strange form, I haven't seen him in this form since I knew him right from our teenage years. His hackles were raised, and he was baring his teeth that fear even caught me off, guard. But my temper calmed down when I saw the blue light oozing from his hand. I never knew Marshall could possess that power.

For protecting her enemy who should have been dead right now if not for his interference. Marshall gave a deep sigh as he used his hands to snap his neck. Instead of falling to the ground, his head hung in a weird position a second before it snapped back to the right position. His face had completely changed and he looked like a monster right now with his fangs that were longer than usual, bloody red eyes, and ears that had taken on a rabbit shape. They looked long, sharp and as if they could cut through anything. Marshall separated his legs and gave a loud roar that echoed loudly and shook the ground of the pack house.

AUTHOR Alpha Marcus sits on his grand throne, flipping through the documents before him. The throne room exudes power, its golden embellishments and intricate white designs shimmering under the candlelit glow. A place of strength and authority. Beside him, his Beta, Master Aldrien, scans another set of documents, discussing strategies and solutions for the pack’s current affairs. “How’s the training going?” Marcus asks without looking up. Aldrien, responsible for training the younger wolves, straightens proudly. “Better than expected. The new pups are showing remarkable progress. A little guidance, and they turn it into something even greater.”