Paw Patrol Flying Novelas e Histórias

Wyatt immediately covered my eyes for me, “He wants you to touch him Brianna, so don’t be scared of him, you can feel his wings and anything else you see fit.” I could feel a whoosh of warm air around us and a loud, piercing, squawking sound as Wyatt dropped his hands. The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place.

"What else do you want me to do for you, Paxson?" Pesta asked in a nasal tone. "Paxson? Well, I thought you are going to call me..." "Okay, enough. I have to get back before someone notices me..." With that, Pesta turned to walk away leaving the child eater alone. Late in the dark forest, standing on the edge of the cliff, she slipped her feet and flew down. Letting out wicked shrieks, Paxson was flying in the air. The cold wind striking directly on her face. Her hair blowing away.