Paw Patrol Cheetah Novels & Stories

The distinct sound of claws scratching the carpet as they pound through the hallway has my knives ready, but Devlin just stands in the middle of the hallway, eyes locked in the noise's direction with her hands clenched by her sides. She takes a deep breath and unclenches her hands. She shoots a lopsided smile my way before tipping her chin as she prepares herself for what's to come. A rough-looking mutt prowls around the corner with its sights set on Devlin. She hasn’t moved a muscle, but this light brown wolf that’s no taller than her waist isn’t what I pictured the future Alpha of the pack looking like. He moves closer to us with his head down and his teeth bared. He’s still larger than an

Ahmed chuckles as he sips the tea. “You haven’t meet Sheffa, haven’t you? She probably likes you” He says. “Who’s Sheffa?” I say in confusion. “Ps…pst…chewwt” Ahmed whistles as he points his eyes to the open field. The exotic beautiful female cheetah running slowly to us from outside, she jumps to Ahmed’s lap and sniffing Ahmed’s clothes. “Welcome to my life…” Ahmed says as he pets the cheetah. “Is that safe to had them as a pet in house?” I say.

It was now staring at Pandora intently, as if one small movement from her was a bullfighter's red cloth to lure the bull. Pandora wanted to stay silent, but she couldn't prevent every out-of-control action. Slowly inching away, she caught the attention of Kingston's pet. A cheetah. A member of the cat family that hunts prey with speed. Without settling or herding. And has the outline of a tiger but not the roar of a lion. That's why, even though it purrs in a cute way, the cheetah is as terrifying as it looks. "What do you want?"

“She just called me. I convinced her to come back to my place, but she said she didn’t want to frighten me more. You saw her at your work a few times… is it truly horrific? How?” “It’s not horrific per se, but she probably has blood all over herself. I mean, she had been fighting vampires and goblins all night, so she must be looking like a serial killer or something.” “Did you know about Cheetah?” “Yeah, I knew. She can transform into a black panther, but it’s not a practical form if she needs to walk around town without being seen, so she learned to transform into a miniature version, and well… that’s Cheetah. I think it’s your friend Victoria who started calling her like that when she’s i

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but it was more of a forest scent than anything else. "A patrol is coming," Wildheart murmured. "Be on your guard." Sprucepaw watched carefully as three cats stepped forward. Sure enough Wildheart was right about the patrol. A ginger-brown tom with tabby markings was the first to glare at Wildheart. Beside him was an older looking apprentice-aged cat. Her tortoiseshell fur was bristling with annoyance when she spotted Sprucepaw. Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes.

But it was a cheetah, the animal with the highest speed. My forehead sweats; I look at it and step back. But as soon as I moved, the leopard bared its teeth and growled at me, and all my actions froze. I feel ashamed; there is undoubtedly not a werewolf as weak as me; if it were someone else, at least they would fight for a while, or with werewolves as muscular as Elias, this aggressive leopard will, in turn, become his bait.

This was no ordinary cheetah. “Were-cat,” Valentina said lightly. “Nature’s natural product. Mutated and evolved into human and cheetah, much more like werewolves but this is a cheetah variant. It has all a cheetah could have. Faster than any natural cousin. Can shift on command with the right trigger cocktail. At least, that is the intent.” The creature stopped its pacing to stare at us. Its whiskers twitched. Its tail cut the air once, hard. A low sound rolled in its chest and vibrated against my sternum.

--- 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.

Apparently, Paw's transformation to any race was a draining act that took him days to recover which was why his mark had appeared. Before he had successfully copied Genad's power amidst a little which was why it could hide its tattoo but now that he was drained he couldn't use his magic to even as much change form which meant he was stuck in his furry form for a while. 'Not that I mind.' Paws once more clenched Feral's pants by his teeth and once more pulled at the brunette. Finally giving up on cautioning the naughty cat, Feral simply followed it until they reached their destination- a small wooden door.

He had every right to be upset with her for what she had done, but none of us were thinking clearly at the time. Malcolm transformed into a panther, raced around the cabin, and vanished. We stopped chasing him once he reached the tree line. I wasn't about to go in there with the Death Stalker's sharp teeth and claws. I had previously witnessed him in action. I didn't want to see it any longer. A loud shriek rang out from the woods. "Malcolm!" I yelled. We bolted into the woods. Malcolm was a powerful panther, but he wasn't invincible. As we got closer, a terrifying scene played out. Malcolm was standing over a limp body, his chest heaving, and blood dripping from his fangs. I could only assu