Paw Patrol Ghosts Novels & Stories

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

I growled so hard that the foundation of the building shook. Fear glowed in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the office. What nonsense. Exhaling sharply, I marched toward the door, excited and nervous to meet Zara. My phone rang, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I pulled it out and saw that it was Ghost calling. “Ghost, is there any problem? I’m coming to the room now,” I muttered. “We are not in the pack. We are at the police station,” Ghost said.

He repeats the gesture several times awkwardly and I get annoyed. “I have a very mean slap and I’m not afraid to use it,” I snap, matter of fact as I wag my finger in his face. He throws his hands up in surrender. “Mona is okay though the Viuda Negra took her, Grouch got her back. We don’t know about Doze yet though Ghost is missing too, we think he’s got him,” he says. I make a face that says he’s lying. He knows something. “How do you NOT know?? How does mom not know? Where the fuck is he?! There’s like forty males in the damn pack and nobody knows,” I yell, fully animated.

Just a man. Luca stared at him, eyes widening slowly. “Riven… your eyes.” Riven blinked. The world steadied. “What about them?” “They’re—” Luca swallowed. “They’re normal.” No amber glow. No shadows curling at the edges of his vision. The Ghost was gone. A sound tore through the church then—boots, shouts, weapons being raised. Wolf burst through a side door with three riders behind him, guns sweeping the room. He froze when he saw them.

You could see it in his face the second he realized Rose wasn’t waiting around anymore. I ignore the shouting. Ghost is still baiting him, grinning like he’s high on the chaos. Bones is snapping that Ghost has no right to touch her. Ghost, cool as ever, fires back that Rose isn’t claimed. That makes her fair game. It’s not wrong, even if it’s cruel.

I know I have superpowers, and I know I’m the most OP overlord this world has ever seen, but…does the ghost even know that? At that moment, the ghost suddenly stopped sliding in the direction she was heading. She then turned sharply. And she saw Javier. She started gliding toward him, letting out a piercing scream. “You! Give it…back…Give it back!” Javier could pee his pants right there and then. Defeating a ghost? Nope! Hell naw! His feet suddenly felt like they were powered by sports car engines, and his left foot was a Lamborghini, and the right one was a Maserati. Vroooooom! Off he sped, powering through the road without a care for what he was leaving behind.

Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost. Despite the eerie presence of the ghost, Pascal pressed on, determined to find Katie. He briskly walked around, taking deep breaths to catch her scent. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the air, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Help!" the voice cried out. Pascal's heart raced as he tried to locate the source of the distress call.

With just a flick, Landon sent the driver flying off the carriage, and all the other evil spirits tumbled out with him. The soul carriage seemed to sense something. It rolled into the Netherrealm, paused for a second, then tore off straight toward the heart of Ghost City. If it drove further in, it would hit the Mournglow River. The Phantom Patrols had to stop it, obviously. But they couldn't do a damn thing. Landon was the only one left in the empty soul carriage. As for the other evil spirits, the Phantom Patrols nabbed every single one when they went rolling off.

] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv2)] [Race: Ghost] [Life points: ∞] [Mana points: 10] [Attack: N/A] [Defense: ∞] [Dextery: N/A] [Agility: N/A] [Inteligence: N/A] [Spiritual Force: 20] [Skills](^) - Possession (Lv 1) (No MP) (v) The user can possess a body, puppet, golem, or mecha if its ownerless or if the user has a stronger spiritual force than its owner. - Soul devour (Lv 1) (1 SF/s) (v) The user can 'swallow' a soul or a ghost to gain a permanent boost to his/her spiritual force. It's the only way to level up for ghosts - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) (2 SF) (v)

She looked like a puppy being scolded, except ten times the size. Total, complete submission. The handlers arrived, panting, and stopped dead when they saw her. "What the..." one of them breathed. Ghost hadn't offered this to Xander in three years of training. Hadn't offered it to anyone. The floor-submission was a trust response, something these animals gave only when they encountered power they recognized as unquestionably above their own. Maya walked forward and patted Ghost's enormous head. "Good girl." Ghost's tail wagged. Once, twice, then steadily. She made a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a purr.