Paw Patrol Dogs Rocky Novels & Stories

her voice is barely a whisper, “I just can’t get myself worked up about… the accident.” An accident? Is that how the Stones managed to acquire my pet? I don’t want to push her too far all at once, so I reach forward and unlock the door for her. She doesn’t look back or comment on it as we make our way outside and to the vehicle that’s still waiting there. She inhales sharply, diving into the back seat before I can see what has her so excited. She rights herself, clinging onto a small bag of jellybeans like a lifeline, as she opens the card that must have accompanied it.

My new puppy, Bonbon, has chocolate brown fur, and she is just a cutie, tiring Champ with her playfulness every day. I was called to our packland’s border because some rogues asked for entrance. As I arrive, I take a moment to observe the scene from my seat. It seems they are not here to fight. They look like a father with three pups. “Beta Nate.” one of the guards approaches me, while another stays close to the intruders. This was not what I expected when I received a mind link that rogues had been spotted at the border. “Hi, Scott. What do we have here?” I ask, looking at the intruders while petting my dogs’ heads.

The silence lasts for about five minutes. “What in the actual fuck?” Ashton asks. “That’s what we were hoping you could answer,” I tell him. “Who is who?” Haze asks. He picks up the little strawberry blonde pup, and the little black/blue furred wolf growls at him. “Well, those are obviously Jordyn and Dominick. So the salt and pepper colored pup must be Xaydyn.” Mykayla says. She is right. The only reason I know is that I saw it happen. Haze puts Jordyn down after Dominick bites his leg. It does nothing to Haze’s leg. Dragon scales and all.

Sophia asked, surprised, then remembered she might've left the gate to his pen unlatched. She checked the clock. "Hungry already?" The pup didn't budge, just kept gazing. For a second, Sophia saw her ten-year-old self's dog, Rocky, staring back. She held out a finger, and he scooted right up, letting her scratch his head. "You're the spitting image..." Sophia murmured. "Guess that makes you Rocky." She scooped him into her lap, checking how his wounds were healing. "You hit the jackpot, kid. Caught me when I've got the cash to fix you up."

You’re free to ask me any question, any time, but I know there are probably things you haven’t asked just because it seems weird to ask aloud. He was right. Me: forgot about that. Thanks again, you’re a good guy Elliot sent me back a weird emoji face, and I snorted as I shut the phone off. Rocky growled at it and poked the device with his nose, so I scratched him behind the ears. “I was asking Elliot a question, Bud. No need to get possessive.” He licked my face, and then my arm. Tea honked outside, so I hurried out. Rocky trotted alongside me, waiting while I locked the door, and then followed me out to Jesse and Teagan’s car.

This is what they wanted, and now I gave it them. Waiting for then to plunge their canines into my neck any second, I waited. But it didn't came. . . . . Instead I heard a loud painful cry and the rogue on top of me is thrown off me with a force that made him fly a few feet in the air to go crash with another rock behind. I look up to see a big jet black wolf standing on top of me, growling at the rogues. His growl loud enough to shake the very base of the rock on which we stood. His aura emitting power like I have never felt before.

"I just pretended it did. And luckily, the portable fire pump dad gave me was still in the car." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. It came in handy because I didn't know if I could've survived all that." Roman lost his train of thought, eying the Panther stalking toward us cautiously and aiming the hose at him. "No." I placed my hand over him, lowering the hose. "Don't worry; he's one of the good guys." Malcolm's growl then became a groan as he shifted back into his human form. Roman dropped the hose and stumbled backward, shaking his head at me in disbelief.

Pups will be part of mate, and make pups easy to love. ‘We have to find her before we know what to do.’ Rocky ran faster wanting to catch up to his mate. ‘There she is, cut her off.’ They jumped in front of her and growled at her. Both of them were slightly angry she ran off on them. She never gave them a chance.

Her eyes widened as her eyes captured the figure of Rocky. "A doggy." Her jaw dropped. Hahaha, yes, Rocky is not a human but a dog. It is so big in shape. It is brown and his eyes are red enough to scare anyone. "Rocky made her run." Aaron ordered. "Doggy" bounds up on Samantha, making her step back in fear. "What the hell are you doing, Aaron Salvatore?" "If you want to save your bones, then run." Aaron scared her, gasping in fear. Aaron winked at Rocky and motioned for him to take a step forward.

Before Cade could comment, a yapping drew both of their attentions off each other, glancing down, he saw a small dark blackish brown fur ball barking up at him, knowing how dogs were territorial and he was sure that the canine could detect the presence of his wolf. Cade slowly bent down, his hand outstretched, letting the little one sniff his hand, letting the dog come to him. Waiting patiently, as the mutt sniffed him for a few moments, until finally the dog licked his hand and his tail began to wag, having sensed his Alpha wolf. “Oh…I see that you have met Rocky.” Ava spoke behind him, “He must like you, usually he bites anything or anyone that moves.” Smirking secretively, “Dogs tend to l