Paw Patrol Chase And Rubble Novels & Stories

"Wait here. I'll come back to take care of you once I get things done." Chase glinted and vanished like a shadow fragment as he flew into the air. … Meanwhile, at another location, a huge explosion was heard from every corner. Buildings of an entire street collapsed and turned to ruins. Quinn, Lyana, and Olivia were in an intense fight with several powerhouses from the Martial Arts Alliance.

--- 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.

The road disappeared under a mountain of debris. Silence fell. The pack cheered again. "He did it!" Jax yelled. "He buried them!" Victor did not cheer. He stayed crouched on the wall. He was panting. He watched the pile of rubble. A green light began to glow from beneath the rocks. The stones began to rot. They turned grey and crumbled into sand. A skeletal paw burst through the debris. Then another. They climbed out of the landslide. They shook the dust off their bones.

Robinwing and Shademask were watching nearby in the shadows as the two apprentices chased one another at their top speed. By the looks of it, Shrewpaw was getting tired already. Flamepaw, on the other hand, was more than eager to carry on with the chase. With a huff of breath, he leaped from one boulder to the other until finally catching up with Shrewpaw. He couldn't help but smirk in amusement as Shrewpaw was gasping for air, having dropped the moss ball.

If only they were old enough to shift! At the last second, she saw a huge stick on the ground. Hefting it in her small hands, she lifted the branch like a bludgeon. As Parker clung to the snake’s neck for dear life while it jerked him from left to right, his body flying through the air, Riley brought the stick down on its head, hitting it over and over again until it stopped moving. From the looks of it, it was only dazed, but the pups weren’t going to waste any time. They took off after Paisley, racing through the jungle as fast as their young feet could carry them and glancing over their shoulders to see if the snake was coming after them.

Sybil declared as she advanced toward Misty, her voice filled with menace. "But why? Why do you want to harm these innocent kids?" Hazel pleaded, casting a worried glance at Dimitry and Misty. "Because no one has ever shown mercy when it comes to me and my family," Sybil snapped back. Meanwhile, Wyatt and Ruben were locked in a fierce struggle deeper within the maze. Misty and Dimitry, exhausted and drained by Death Valley's relentless grip, lacked the strength to fight. Their wolves were barely holding on. Hazel lunged at Sybil, slamming her against the ground. Her hands transformed into claws, slashing at Sybil's neck, causing her to choke for breath. A piercing scream echoed through the t

Karma is definitely a b*tch but in a good way -Damien DAMIEN POV I looked ahead of me as I parked the car a bit far away from the house. The parking was full so I had to. I didn't expect so many people to show up at Lila's funeral but again how could have I. I never gave her a chance to speak. Rain picked up Amber as she exited the car. I could see Rain was struggling with Amber so I took her from Rain. Rain didn't say a word but her face fell. I didn't want to hurt her feelings but I knew she wasn't capable of carrying Amber.

Immediately, the plastic bottle melted and the water inside started to drip down. “Although the funny thing is, after a long time, the clan manage to reclaim their throne. The monster died a monster, and the monster lived a terrible monster. He came back twice as he was before. What everyone thought was dead all along was actually alive; the great Rubern was alive. However, his beloved died and only their daughter remained.” Lord Christ threw the bottle onto the air and suddenly pulled out his gun from the inside. In an instant, I immediately cowered and closed my eyes thinking he’ll do the latter.

Zuri was walking slowly toward a pile of heavy limestone rubble near the edge of the Bastion—the remnants of the barricade Mwajuma had summoned to block the initial charge. Beneath the jagged grey rocks, something shifted. A low, wet, agonizing groan rattled from the debris. It was one of the first beasts Mwajuma had launched backward with her stone pillars. It had not fallen off the edge. Its lower half was completely crushed beneath the limestone, its legs pulverized into dark, useless meat. The creature was dragging itself forward by its massive, grey-skinned arms, leaving a thick trail of glowing purple ichor on the wood.

The lot was empty except for her car and one black SUV parked under the far light with tinted windows and the engine off. And on the asphalt, twenty yards from the doors was Helena on her knees. Her hands were clutching her chest. Her towel from this morning was still around her shoulders. The runes under it were glowing faint, pulsing in time with something I couldn’t see. “Helena!” I was running before I thought about it. The second my hand touched her shoulder, the cold stopped. She gasped. Like she’d been underwater. The gold thread between us flared and settled. Warm.