Paw Patrol Mad Novels & Stories

He asks. To no one’s surprise, Maddie stands and approaches the presenter’s platform. She has her computer bag with her, and I know she’ll pull out her laptop to connect with our big screen system. Within a few minutes Maddie is set up and ready. “Council members, thank you for allowing me to speak today. In case some of you haven’t met me or are unaware, I am Alpha Madison Evans of Blue Meadow Pack in Wisconsin. I am here to inform and discuss the issues of the rogue armies roaming and attacking our packs in recent months.”

As she laid her head on the pillow she blacked out. **** Alpha King Caden was overlooking the new patrol roaster when he was told that Madison’s friend was now on pack grounds. He really did not want the girl here but he has been told on too numerous occasions that he was too rigid. Maybe he should give this a chance and see how it affects Madison’s behavior. What an ungrateful woman! He took deep breaths so as to not rile himself up, he needed to comb through this schedule so that there would not even be a second that is not accounted for. For now everything looked dandy and all.

"I know, baby. But you should have something to fill your tummy first before eating sweet. Isn't that one of our rules, to keep you safe and healthy?" Madie did not agree. She didn't care if she'd get sick or something, she'd get her cake and she'd get it now. "I want cake." there was hesitation in her voice, but she once again spoke, more confidently this time. "I said I want cake now...!" Dario's hand formed into fist. 'Patience, D. Patience.' Was the mantra in his head, but slowly, but surely, it was retreating to the back of his head and the urge to punish Madie for her bratty behavior was stepping forward.

Mason spots the patrol first. ‘Alpha, there, near that fallen log! The patrol!’ ‘Stop yelling! We can hear you! Idiot.’ Chastises Jason. He and Mason are litter mates, both with brown fur with white patches on their heads and paws. Mason also has a white patch on his tail. It’s the only difference between them. As we get closer to the patrol, I notice their agitation and it’s unnerving. What is it about this human? ‘Alpha.’ Greets one of the guards with a bow. I turn to him.

Malcolm My bones cracked and popped at a rate that my mind couldn't keep up with. Then I leaped out onto the porch and ripped into the first witch that caught my eye. But they keep coming and chanting, and the chanting got louder. So I had to kill them faster to stop the ringing in my ears. The more blood I tasted on my tongue, the deeper it drove me into insanity. When there was a clearing, Roman and Catalina dashed to the car, and I lost sight of them. Ms. Cleo was surrounded by witches. I fought my way to her, slashing through the witches with my heavy paws, feeling the power of rage inside me.

"Let's begin." As the potion entered my body, I felt the pup's soul wail in anguish. My pup didn't want to leave me, which caused the procedure to be unusually difficult. The searing pain below was unbearable. I had to dig my nails into my palms just to keep myself conscious. The pain started to spread from my belly to my chest. In the haze of pain, I seemed to see Owen, holding flowers and earnestly asking me to be his Luna. He had held my hand so sincerely and said, "I'll protect you forever, till death do us part."

My heart is pounding. Maeda said in a worried tone. Najaf looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock at night and she should have reached home at four o'clock. "Ok i will come" He said softly and hung up the phone, spread his arms and walked towards Emily who was standing some distance away. "Emily My Baby Please Understand My Situation"

Then my pack is known as a scary pack because we unite to attack the enemy. But two packs still regard my pack as an enemy, but they rarely attack, and my father never starts a war. So, I won't leave the Tayron pack just because the five big packs are targeting the Tayron pack. Of course, I'm not going anywhere because Tayron is my mate. "The war isn't over." I touched a mate's tattoo on my neck. The tattoo is throbbing with pain, which means Zion is injured. 'Zion.' I call Zion via mind link, I don't mind if he doesn't answer, and I hope I won't disturb his concentration.

Jamal called out to his mom while waving his little hand at her. “Are you okay, buddy?” Agent Malloy acknowledged Jamal when he looked around and saw that the child struggled to get his mother’s attention. “I gotta pee,” Jamal whimpered to Agent Malloy. He had to pee so badly that he didn’t even care about dropping his Hot Wheels toy car on the floor. “You gotta use the bathroom, baby? Okay, hold on, your mama's coming.” Rashonda bolted over to her child’s bedside with her arms stretched out.

Izzy smirked. I glanced over my shoulder, furrowing my brow. Ugh, Papa and Zia Izzy are talking in the link. I hate when people do that. I feel left out since I’ll never be part of a link. Well, maybe if I end up having a werewolf for a mate. But that’s a slim chance, even as a hybrid. “So, what will you do with the members of Santi’s patrol?” Zia Izzy questioned, no longer using the link.