Paw Patrol Chase Character Novels & Stories

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

Chase’s sharp gaze locked onto Justin, taking in his tall frame and eerily similar features. His stance—protecting his mother—resembled a young wolf cub, ready to strike at any moment. So what if he was only five? So what if he couldn’t win in a fight? If Justin dared to hurt his mother again, he would bite him as hard as he could. Justin noticed the hostility in Chase’s expression. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he crouched down, meeting the boy’s eyes on equal ground.

They sounded so distress it was it was obvious that there was something or someone here who was disrupting the peace. We heard a loud cry. "Chase!"The little boy screamed as he ran towards the cries before I could stop him. "He's in danger!"he shouted over his shoulder as he led the way. I ran after him as fast as my wolf speed could take me to find a hunter poking the net that had Chase trapped with a pointed silver arrow coated in wolfsbane. Unable to hide my fury,I transformed into my fury four-legged alter ego whose eyes only saw blood. I leapt on the hunter clawing and scratching.My anger drowned out his screams.

This is scary! After checking the area for fifteen minutes when I finally decide to take a look closer at the trees, I see a small furry figure. When I move closer to it, I realize it to be a white pup. He is resting at the foot of a tree covered with a little mud on his body. When he looks at me, he starts squealing again. Oh, baby! I hope he is fine. I immediately hurry towards it and crouch down to examine it. I don't find any particular wound on his body when I scan through it, but it seems like there could be a possibility of him suffering a cramp or something in one of his legs which could be troubling him. Christopher comes following me and stands next to me. "What are you looking at.

Liam leaned his head back against the wall, blood trickling from a cut above his eye. "You okay?" he asked hoarsely. I pulled the chip from my pocket, staring at it. "I don't even know what I am anymore," I whispered. Liam’s eyes darkened. "You're the reason we still have a fighting chance," he said. "And now—" He broke off, stiffening. I followed his gaze out the helicopter window. A black convoy—sleek, armored vehicles—snaked across the desert below, racing after us like a swarm of angry hornets.

“I hope I’m not intruding. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” “Silly.” The old man got to her passenger seat before she even realized he was already sitting beside her. He must have unlocked the door from the opened window. “Glad you came. I told you we would see each other again. I hope this is just the beginning, Charleigh.” “I’m not staying, Mr. Chase. As soon as the ceremony is over, I’m driving back to the city.” “Cut the crap, Charleigh. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done introducing you to the folks. They need to know who’s behind the Cleighry. And don’t call me Mr. Chase. That was my son. Call me grandpa.”

Avery and I chime in simultaneously, a sense of trepidation immediately creeping in. They nod in affirmation while stowing our bags in the trunk of Alex's new ride—a sleek 2016 Mazda MX-5 Miata in Meteor Grey Mica. Alex had been diligently saving for it for as long as I can remember, and let's just say it outshines my 2012 red Dodge Challenger GT by a long shot.

Chase and I were almost identical in appearance, but anyone who knew us well enough could tell us apart by our personalities. I was calm and rational. Before making a decision, I consistently weighed the pros and cons. While on the other hand, Chase was wild and reckless, habitually following his gut without considering the potential consequences. He was like a curious child living life without worries while I bear the burden for us both. Our mother, Luna Alana, the Alpha female of the Oceanic Pack, had noticed this striking difference since we were pups and had given me the task of keeping an eye on my younger siblings, Chase and our sister Cassandra.

The material was very thin and delicate to the touch. “Oh wow! Look at this little slut! Can't wait to see what goes on underneath those panties!" One of the girls exclaimed as she laughed loudly. Evie knew who she was. She had met her the night before. Her name was Vicky, and she was the meanest bitch Evie had ever known. She was the type of person who enjoyed degrading others. She seemed to enjoy being mean. It was the only thing she seemed to care about. She was very pretty, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. But that didn't seem to matter.

Alice's car ran out of gas and the engine simply stopped moving. The car halted at a stop, and Bianca opened her watery eyes. Her brows became triangular "Their cars are so close to us,” Bianca's eyes popped out as she sighted some black cars drive off. A black car behind drove towards Alice's car, the car winding down and exposing Oscar's face, a grin spreads on his face as he puts on a black sunshade. "Hmmm…” Henry hums squinting his eyebrows as he watches the cop's car chase after the men in black.