Paw Patrol Anthro Novels & Stories

Laura ends up being her pack's Alpha's, fated mate. but what happens when he cheats with her half-sister and then rejects her? Liam is the king of this Werewolf kingdom. after losing his fated mate in a rouge attack only hours after he marked and mated her, his heart has grown hard and cold. One night he is running patrol and him and his wolf catch an unfamiliar scent and find a naked she-wolf passed out. what will happen when Laura wakes up and finds out she had run straight into the land belonging to their king. and what happens when they slowly fall in love with each other will she melt his frozen heart, and will he heals hers? *Warning Mature content* ** English is not my

Three months after the mysterious disappearance of my Alpha mate during his patrol, I found him in a bar near the border. He was cuddling his childhood friend, a she-wolf, laughing smugly. "I wanted to get rid of Bethany for ages! Thanks for giving me the idea to enjoy the freedom I've been looking forward to for a long time." The she-wolf nestled delicately against his chest, feeding him wine with her mouth. She asked him when he was planning to return—his answer was nonchalant. "I'll enjoy myself for another week and go back once Bethany's gone mad. That'll teach her not to be such a micromanager!" His close friends all praised them. "Great move! After this, the Luna will obey yo

This is book 4 in the Royal Wolf Of Zidiah series. This book can be read as part of the series or as a standalone. Books 1, 2 and 3 are available here on Goodnovel :) Lorcan Dalgaard is not like his siblings; he does not want a mate or love. All Lorcan wants is to rule his pack and destroy all who get in his way. Lorcan acquired the name The Bloody Alpha for his love of making his enemies bleed. He has a lot of them, enemies; one's who would do anything in their power to finish Lorcan for good. Including tearing Lorcan's mate apart. When Gianna Astoni stumbles upon Silver Paw pack while running from a rogue, Lorcan realises that he does, indeed, have a mate. Life will never be the same

When I'm on the verge of dying, the kidnapper who has kidnapped me calls my fiance, Connor Weston, who's also the youngest patrol officer in the pack. The call goes through, only for us to hear Connor's voice, which is filled with suppressed rage. "Sylvia Kline, I'll give you three seconds to stop bothering me. Vivian's initiation ceremony will take place at night three days later. If you dare pull off another one of your tricks again—" "Connor…" Blood gushes out of my mouth as soon as I open it. My voice is so hoarse that I don't sound like myself at all. "Save… me…" "Your acting's pretty good," Connor cuts me off, his tone filled with disdain. "Listen, if you dare skip out on the cerem

A few decades ago, human birth rates started dropping. The federal government tried everything, and they finally introduced a matching program that paired humans with werewolves based on genetic compatibility, hoping that cross-species unions would stabilize the population. High compatibility meant the human could stabilize a werewolf during their heat cycles, which was why the government prioritized it above everything else. The program came with a one-year trial period. I was assigned to the Stone brothers. Every night, I prepared two bowls of herbal broth for them. After a long patrol along the border, it helps restore their energy and speeds up wound healing. The older brother was cold a

Cathrine (Cat) Wolfe, a single mother of twins, runs a cattle ranch in Montana that's in need of help. On her search for two ranch hands, she meets and hires Owen West and Preston Anderson, who honestly know very little to nothing about ranching. Cat takes an interest in Owen that she can't quite understand. It's more than the simple desire she had for her ex, Danny King. It’s a pull to be near him at all times, to know him and to possibly love him. Owen West and Preston Anderson are werewolves from the pack just north of Cat’s ranch called the Medicine Rock Pack. When Owen meets Cat, he is caught off guard that the possible enemy he is after for killing their patrol guards is his mate.

Korra has only ever known two things: hunger and fear. Since the death of her mother, her life has been a prison built from her father’s fists and his debts. But the night her father tries to sell her to pay what he owes, something inside her shatters. Instead of surrendering, she runs, but rather than into safety, she runs straight into the jaws of danger. Hunted by rogue men, she crosses an unseen border, and her fate changes forever. The Moonhowl patrol finds her; to them, she is a rogue. To their Alpha, Rhyker, she is nothing but a threat. Yet when Kael, Rhyker’s son and heir, locks eyes with her, the bond snaps into place with a force neither of them can deny. Torn between rejection

We all hear about "the girl next door", or the girl tamed the bad boy. But, what happens when the bad boy meets his match? Bad girl by nature, independent by force. Sienna learns the hard way, to never trust anyone but yourself to look out for you. Possessive by nature, bad boy by reputation. Zander is renowned for his possessive attitude and dominant way of life. In a world without packs, A world rising from ruin, a moon goddess with a paw to grind and a bone to pick, and 2 hot headed polar opposites. Recipe for disaster. But throw in the fact the only way to bring packs back and have the chaos return to some sort of civility is that of the shifter games? Nothing could possibly

The silver blade sliced across my throat, and I collapsed in a spreading pool of blood. I called Ethan ninety-nine times. My brother ignored every single call, but on the ninety-ninth try, he finally picked up. “What now?” Irritation dripped from every word. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble already? I’m in the middle of planning Lyra’s coming-of-age ceremony, and if you don’t show up, I’ll make you regret it.” “Ethan, please—help me—” My voice came out broken and ragged. He hung up. I tried reaching through our blood bond, desperate for him to feel something—anything at all—but he’d severed that connection two years ago. My phone battery was dying, and I watched the last bar flicker before

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, bask