Paw Patrol Harold Novels & Stories

Harvey was accompanied by Harold in the corner of the grandstand, which provided some shelter from the rain. "I always wonder why the Alpha never appreciates me," Harvey said sadly. "It's not that bad, he always pays attention to you," Harold defended. "More like looking for faults, not like you," Harvey began to feel inferior while Harold tried to uplift him. "Harvey..." "Tomorrow's party only involves Luna while the Alpha doesn't want to be involved," he interrupted. A growl of a wolf was heard beside him. Harold's wolf, Billy, wanted to express something important. He whispered into Harold's ear, but it turned out the wolf just wanted fresh deer meat. Harold smiled, and he immediately acc

He looked like a god of destruction, broad shoulders stretching his jersey, a jawline like granite, and icy blue eyes that promised no mercy. While Harold was the Golden Boy of Vetty Veil, Horace was the dark storm everyone feared. I wiped a streak of blood from my eye, a wicked smile tugging at my lips despite the pain. I knew Harold’s every play. I knew about his old knee injury that acted up in the third period. I knew his weak left-side defense. I didn't need a doctor. I needed a phone number. Harold wanted to play me? Fine. I was going to give the Ravagers wolf every secret he needed to tear the King of Vetty Veil apart.

Bjorn looped left and then swerved back, doing a flip through the Nardoo that stirred up an odd dusting of discolored mauve-tinged spores in his wake. “That's getting old, don't you think," he said, pulling to a halt before drifting near and bumping his friend Harold on the pectoral with his caudal fin. But he was careful. Harold's thin body injured often; a bandage around his left thumb-claw attested to one of their earlier illegal romps. "Never." Harold laughed, his vertical eyes blinking as quivers raced along his oddly protruded mid-dorsal ridge. Then he paused, acknowledging Bjorn's HB mantle. "Wow. That looks stuffy."

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.

Especially lately. Julian pulls open the door, then stands in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and an intimidating look on his face. “Are you Julian Matisse?” asks an unfamiliar male voice from the doorstep. Leaning around Julian, I take a look at the guy. He’s a shifter, maybe in his late thirties, with blond hair and brown eyes and not someone I’ve ever seen before. “Yeah,” replies Julian. “And who might you be?” “I’m Harold Eames. I’m representing the interests of the Anderson pack from Sweet Water, Alabama.”

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.