Paw Patrol Ghosts Novels & Stories

I demand, shaking as another contraction burns to life along my spine, “is my mate?” Mom and Brie reach my side, but I rip out of their grasps, my eyes on Dad, who pales. Sweat drips down my temples and along my jaw as I wait for what feels like a century for him to say to the room at large, “We have reports coming out of Twin Rivers. The Ghosts went to meet Soren, Blake, and Patton at the… abandoned hotel where the Viper keeps her den.”

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

The other two… Those were where the fun happened. I dropped into my chair, set the plate beside the keyboard, and cracked my knuckles. “All right, Ghost.” My fingers danced across the keys. “Where are you?” A dozen command windows sprang to life. Lines of code streamed down the screens faster than most people could read them. Numbers, IP addresses, encrypted tunnels, relay nodes… Beautiful. Most people looked at this and saw gibberish. I saw fingerprints. Ghost was good. Better than good. They managed to stay invisible while making half the underground think they knew where they was. That alone was impressive.

He whispered into my ears, into my soul and directly to my beast. It took a great deal to refrain ghost at this point. He lifted his whip to draw pleasure as he would then and ghost snapped. Ghost could read his movements like no one else could, he had studied him like a college course and fully understood his tactics. We let him the first stride. Wham! The mix of metal and leather cut across the fabric of my shirt and stung when it broke my skin underneath. "Arrow!" Ghost groned through my lips and a growl reverberated through my chest.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

The lighter arced through the air and landed on the kindling. At the same time, she pulled out her phone and went live—broadcasting what she called a "punishment execution." Surrounded by flames, my sister screamed in despair. "Adeline, my brother loved you so much! How could you do this to our parents?!" But all she got in return was a cold, mocking smirk. The fire consumed her. I watched it all, clawing desperately at the flames like a madman— But I was just a ghost. I couldn't do a thing.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

She was so terrified that she ran off into the woods without another word. Suddenly, there was a loud crash in the distance, and we all looked up to see a large, dark figure looming over us. The shadow. It had tripled in size. Ms. Cleo looked incredibly alarmed and started chanting an ancient defensive spell to protect us, but it didn't appear to be working. It seemed like nothing could stop this force of evil that was approaching us. Malcolm quickly shifted into his panther form after telling us to run for cover. He charged at the shadow, only to leap through him and emerge on the other side. The shadow mocked him with a laugh and swung his long arm around to throw Malcolm clear across the