Paw Patrol Anthro Novels & Stories

Patric said, sitting on the couch opposed to him. Adrian looked at him. Patric expected his best friend to become angry, but instead, he smirked at him. Raising his left hand, he took a whiff at it. Patric noticed a bite mark there. "I was trying to play with a little wolfie. But she turned out to be a wild beast," Adrian muttered. His smirk never left his face. Patric laughed in disbelief. "Little wolfie? Are you kidding me, Adrian? She is an Alpha wolf. One of the rarest and most powerful wolves we have ever seen. She is an enormous wolf. How can you call her that?"

They whined and rubbed at their faces with their paws. “Shift human and put these on,” he demanded as he threw two gray robes at the red wolves. “Stop being such cowards. I know who you are. Show yourselves right now!” In the next second, the gray-tinged red wolf morphed into Pat Archer. She wrapped herself in a robe and faced her son. “You disloyal punk!” she raged. “You never side with the family. We should have officially abjured you years ago. Maybe if you spent time living in squalor with your little Omega tramp, you would have come to appreciate us.”

Most wolves look like pups in front of his giant size. Patrick's mouth fell open when he saw a warrior die because he came under his Alpha giant foot. Even he is feeling like a pup after seeing his Alpha wolf's giant size. He gulped when he saw Rex kill a warrior by ripping his head and at the same time killing another warrior, ripping his heart out of his body.

Even if she was still childish and innocent, how can she be so nonchalant about seeing his naked body? In people’s eyes, there was nothing wrong with their set-up. To them, Gavil was simply a big, black cat whom Lady Khailistra Humphrey, the tomboy child of the Humphrey Duchy, had brought home as a pet one day. Nothing could be wrong with keeping a pet, no matter how large and suspiciously smart it looked like for an ordinary house cat. However, the simple truth was that he wasn’t a cat. He was a Pauca Billie – a feline that can transform into a human, a divine beast man from Teotroly, and that’s where everything could go wrong.

Ethan The forest welcomes me, a familiar embrace of pine and earth as my paws dig into the soft ground. Around me, five of my strongest pack members run in formation—their silver and dark-furred bodies weaving between trees with practiced ease. I lead them on the border patrol, my senses heightened in this form, alert to any sign of intrusion into our territory. My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries.

of the Crimson Flame Pack, using sound blasts to disorient enemies. The Gamma in charge of recruitment looked up, frowned, and waved them off. "Under eighteens aren't allowed——" His words cut short. Paisley spun and leaped, steel studs on her boot soles sparking against the ground. Her whip lashed out like a living thing, ensnaring a granite target twenty paces away. Her left arm suddenly shifted, gray wolf fur bristling with veins, wolf claws gripping the whip handle tightly. With a muffled roar, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the rock surface. As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy.

Ananta laid patiently beside Kasey. But after no movement, she looked at the young girl, whined, then nudged her. After no response, Ananta stepped over Kasey's still form and faced her. Slowly the human girl looked into the pale arctic blue eyes surrounded by black fur. After a moment, Kasey finally lifted her hand and started petting the dog. Ananta's tail wagged as she laid down, nuzzling up to Kasey's chest. Kasey's silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she lost the energy to pet the warm husky in front of her. But Ananta only whined until slowly, Kasey again started to run a hand down its soft coat. Ananta licked a tear on Kasey's cheek before laying its head back down, closing its eye

says Maliyah. Before we know it, we are standing on all fours with paws instead of claws. I have a beautiful black coat just as Leila had, though we are much bigger than the average wolf. Even bigger than dad as an alpha. I shake out my fur and stretch, trying to get use to this new body. “Wanna see how fast we are,” I ask Maliyah.

--- 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.

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.