Paw Patrol Harold Novels & Stories

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

Like the clumsy pup he was his feet kept sliding out from under him as he proudly paraded into the living room. Harold and I stood there watching as he innocently placed the new pair next to the others. His cute little face looked up at us with the most innocent expression. I looked down at him for a good minute before I started laughing. Coming down to my knees Walter happily ran over to me, licking my face as I laughed. "He's the one stealing and you don't get mad at him." Harold humphed. Picking up Walter I held into to my chest. "Cause look at this face." I said in my baby voice I only spoke to Walter with. I squeezed him and planted kisses all over his face. Getting mad at a puppy was l

The officials stopped attacking Harold because they wanted to know the answer as well. Harold stood up and limped towards her. "I came here only to kill Alpha Adrian. Where is he? He must be lying somewhere, lifeless. But don't worry; I won't hurt you. Because after marrying you, I will become the leader of the Crystal Blood Pack.” "What are you saying?" Natalia asked with shock. Harold let out a dark laugh and replied, "You thought I was your well-wisher? No, dear. I was the one who planned everything. I am not Harold Reid, but Harold Pierce."

I told him. He didn’t like that. He came lunging at me with both arms spread wide. My wolves wanted to jump in front of me, but I motioned for them to stay and sent a huge bolt of energy Harold’s way, hoping it would incapacitate him the way that it had the other mages that night at the cabin. That’s not what happened. Not at all. Instead, Harold went flying backward and crashed through Jimmy’s bedroom window, taking a whole big section of wall with him and falling the two stories to the ground.

––– Harold strode through the palace halls, his anger boiling over. He was done waiting for his mother. She couldn’t even take care of Polly—how then would she kill Rael, who had the Wraithstone inside of him? Pathetic. On a second thought, Harold paused, as a new idea lit up inside him. A smile stretched across his lips, and then he turned towards his father’s chambers. He finally stopped when he reached his father’s doors. A few knocks, and the door was pulled open from the inside by a female guard.

Peter Harold and I eventually went on to visit more places but for the first time, I really felt for him. He had actually noticed that I had been eavesdropping on their conversation earlier and I did apologize as I told him I would not say a word when he came into the car. He watched me for sometime and then he broke down crying. Seeing Harold like this really hurt me to the marrows that I could feel the lump and pressure in my chest while I comforted him. It was never going to be easy, dealing with certain lifestyles especially in our pack. Those things were forbidden.

“Hi, Natasha. My name is Harold. I believe I can answer your questions.” I narrowed my eyes on him as I shook his hand. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, go on.” Timothy stepped in between us. “There is a pack of rogue wolves running in our woods. They are after you. The wolf that attacked you was one of them. We have put traps in the woods to keep them out.” “And how do you know this?” “Harold is one of them. He has been helping us and giving us valuable information.” “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, just say that. You don’t have to lie to me.”

His hand clamps around my throat as he lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. “You think your petty wolf-clawas can stop me?” he growls, his eyes glowing crimson. I kick at him and slam my fists against his arm, but his grip only tightens. My vision darkens at the edges. My chest screams for air. I force my knee up, smashing it into his ribs. Once. Twice. He grunts as his grip loosens just enough and I wrench free, stumbling back, gasping. “You’re slower than I remember,” Harold says, wiping the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. His lips curl into a grin, his teeth stained red with blood. “Old age, perhaps?”

Everything all right? Harold swallowed a small ball of saliva before texting back. ‘I'm in the room right now and you are not. There's a funny dude here.” He held the phone in one hand and dropped his arm. He turned to look at Drew who seemed to have forgotten Harold existed as he took in long, deep breaths and about two seconds later, let the smoke out his nostrils and lips. “— and I'm a werewolf,” Harold completed what he had to say. Drew turned to look at him, nodded, and smiled.

If I can not kill that satanic bloodsucker, then I might as well settle for his friend here. Harold finally falls to the floor in front of me and I have to stop to catch my breath. Only now do I feel my body, and the pain sends me to my knees. I see Harold lying next to me. The man has blood leaking from his nose, and one eye is closed. But he is laughing ! "Shut up, kid He spits a bloody blob of snot out on the ground. "Don't you think we should hold for today ?" "Where do you know Pusscat from?" I rasp breathlessly.