Paw Patrol Harold Novels & Stories

Harold’s scalp was feeling prickly. His face was pale. “Brother Tiger, you’re...” Tiger Zander finally noticed him. He looked up in surprise and asked, “Manager Hill, what are you doing here?” What the… Harold felt like he was about to vomit blood. Did Tiger really not see him standing there? This was his amusement park, after all, his turf! However, Harold did not have the time to mind that now. When he recalled Tiger’s respectful attitude as the man addressed that two people earlier, Harold had a bad feeling about it. He forced out a smile and asked, “Brother Tiger, these two people are…”

A deep growl rumbled above me as I realized it was Harold in his wolf form. I thrashed, my claws digging into the ground as I tried to buck him off, but his grip was ironclad. His weight pressed against my ribs, holding me in place. I had been so focused on Thanos that I had forgotten, Harold had been working for him. I whipped my head around, my eyes locking onto Lucian and Thanos just as their battle intensified. Lucian’s dark wolf circled Thanos, both of them panting heavily, blood dripping from their wounds. Every movement was slower now, their exhaustion evident.

Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression. "We want to ask you a few questions. We won't take your time. " I almost rolled my eyes at that. Too cliché. "what exactly happened? " I took a deep breath and started talking. When I was done, mum reached over and squeezed my hand. I blinked back tears while officer Williams scribbled furiously on a notepad. Detective Allen nodded. "Do you know who would want to harm you?" I nodded. "A..A...D.. Dams Ripley."

Father started and I stood. How could he do that, what was he thinking? I stood by the window looking out. “Could you stop being so dramatic Zion, you have been visiting packs for the last two weeks, this one is no different.” Oh, but it was different, that was alpha Harold’s pack, the man Aiden has been looking for all these years.

They wanted him to break it then show him who is who in this war. Harold could feel the barrier shake. He knew he was almost successful. He scoffed in his mind then let out a maniacal guffaw. "SUMMER! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING MUTT! TODAY I WILL ROAST YOU AND HAVE YOU FOR DINNER!" Harold bellowed and he could really taste his victory. With more zest and agility, he started releasing the bolts in quick succession. In a few minutes, he felt the barrier crumble. He directed his broom, wand clutched tightly, lips pursed, blood rushing in excitement and apprehension, he rode into the Luminous Pack grounds. He almost patted himself on the shoulder for a job well done. Before he could venture any furthe

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

He really knows how abusive Harold was. Harold didn’t bother himself to force Warren to argue with him. He knows by himself that there’s nothing else that he should’ve worry as long as it takes first step to violation, automatically a vice versa the other shall commit expiation. He have his rule and omnipotence of taking all things that only matters to him. Harold seems quite unhappy and unsatisfied even he them. Seeing the growth of his second child name, Elandro, with his mother Queen Maline. He just got the first time to feel of becoming a father and realizes how grateful he’s feeling after hearing the first cry of his son.

He saw that Leon did not seem to be in any danger other than his injured arm, so he was less worried at that moment. "Mister Hunt, what's the meaning of this? I have no grudges against the Hunts. Why are the Hunts suddenly attacking me?!" Harold said with a dark look on his face. "No grudges? Harold Lowe, how dare you even say that?! You put on a mask and ambushed me, stealing three Pure Energy Pills from the Hunts! How can you even say that?!" Quinton said viciously. He was incredibly furious the moment the matter was mentioned. "That's complete nonsense! When did I ever steal anything from you? Do you have proof?!" Harold complained unhappily.

“Happy Birthday, my dearest Harold,” I whispered to myself, practicing the line I would say as I clutched the gift tighter. A luxury watch, engraved with my hubby’s name. Today was the birthday of my husband, Harold Gutcheri, the alpha of the Clawstone pack, a famous pack here in Nebraska. I remembered the time when I was told by my beta father that I would become the next Luna of the pack once Harold ascends the position of the Alpha.

I asked, a hint of frustration in my voice as I placed my hands on the doorknob. "It's Harold, Prince Ryder," came a familiar voice. I grunted and opened the door to see who it was. "Greetings, Your Majesty" a young wolf said as he bowed in reverence. I recalled who he was. Hudson had assigned him to guard his shed in the woods. He looked frightened and was pale in the face. "What is the problem?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets. "And why do you look so... pale?" "I..." Harold began but then paused after looking into the room and seeing Aria. "Oh, greetings, Your Majesty," he said, with a little bow of his head towards Aria. She nodded in respond to his greeting.