Paw Patrol Ghosts Novels & Stories

I walk to the old door frame and find Ghost sitting on the corridor, and when his eyes meet mine, he smirks before he walks inside and stands in front of Rover. “You pissed off the wrong guy,” Ghost tells him before he slams his fist into Rover’s stomach. Rover starts coughing, and immediately, the begging begins. “Please, please, let me go; I’ll do whatever you want,” Rover says, and I shake my head, crossing my arms as I look at him. “You’re a little late for the game; I asked you several times to do things the way I said it, they weren’t fucking suggestions, and you ignored them,” I say, and his lip trembles as he tries to bite back his tears.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

Evangeline’s father was strapped to a reinforced chair, a metal table stretched out before him. It was impossible to know if this was his real form without any alterations without us using silver on him. Our magic had yet to evolve to withstand our one weakness. With cold, calm efficiency Ghost began doling out questions. Everything from his past with Anastasia’s mother to his connection to the missing wolves and the small anti-human establishments popping up across the country. “What do you know about wolves with the ability to manipulate memory?” He would give out fragments of information meant to entice. “We know Anastasia’s mother had one fuck with her head. Not very nice of them.”

The air down here was thick with the scent of old copper, sweat, and the electric tang of the dampening fields that kept the beast at bay. ​Killian stood in the center of the main pit, his clothes reduced to scorched rags and his massive body a map of fresh, angry scars. In front of him were three “Mk-II Ghost-Wolves”—towering, mechanical constructs of brushed steel and synthetic fur that had been specifically designed to mimic the unpredictable fighting style of the Great Alphas. They didn't breathe, and they didn't bleed; they simply waited for the next command to be uploaded into their processors.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Geneva loosened her fierce grip on his arm and picked up the rat that didn't even squirm. "Ghost rats can't be dangerous or have rat diseases, can they?" She could feel his shrug even with her back turned. "Our own personal ghost pet and I'll name it Mickey." She announced. "How sure are you that it's a male?" His unexpected question made her twirl to face him. "Even if it's a female, Mickey should do." "Minnie," he suggested. "Does this look like a Minnie to you?" "It does look like a mini you."

He had so much control. Ghost closed his eyes and breathed in. Sloshy, goopy sounds vibrated around him. Cracks and rips broke through the haze that shifted in waves. In the time it would take a human to turn around, a giant black wolf replaced the space Ghost once occupied. He shook out his coat and pranced around me, yipping and making chuffing sounds. “Show off.” My hand instinctively reached up and petted his head, giving his ears a little scratch.

The wolf people clan didn't want to anger their goddess of the night, their precious Luna whom I am named after. The fog appears thicker and brighter this time. The officer shakes in the air and twitches like a victim being tortured within. His eyes turn yellow, and his veins bulge. As he floats in the air, his skin becomes pale green. The water drips slowly down his shoulders and onto the floor. The Ghost is out for revenge on this officer. His name says Officer Wilds.

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.