Paw Patrol Marshall Character Novels & Stories

Only my brother would remember that weird fairy tale. “Dude, that is not funny. You really need to watch how you treat her. She could be our next leader.” Staring at Cormac, I learn what a special hell I am in. I never saw my mate, and the Amory is always male. I am not even sure if I can have a mate. I never thought it was unfair until looking into Cormac’s eyes. I have loved him so long, and now, not only can I not have him, I still crave him. Crashing through the door, Marshall looks frazzled. “What happened? I can smell blood and Rye’s heart is racing.” Marshall is an Elk. They have an excellent sense of smell and hearing; it is part of why they are such great medics.

Mr Marshall grumbles, and I nod, although I have the strangest feeling of wanting to defend Finley. Never in my life have I had such an inclination towards him. I wonder if it’s because of her need for him, or it’s my wolf, because although I might not see him as my bonded brother yet, he is pack. “What happened at the mall today?” Mr Marshall asks studying his daughter as she talks animatedly to her mum and Mr Collins.

It was Marcus, one of his most trusted and vicious warriors that was hailing him in the traditional soldiers salute. "Hail Lord Marshall" Marcus called out to Harold as he picked his pace across the courtyard to meet the High Marshall. Harold looked at Marcus and smiled at the killer as he hatched a devious plan to deal with a two pronged problem. Marcus was the son of a travelling merchant who on his way back from sourcing herbs and clothing materials from Burnt Side Forest was rundown by the invading Werewolf army, Marcus who was aged 11 at that time usually rode the caravan with his father and mother.

However, his hands grew shaky as he grew older, so he had Marshall help him. Marshall grew up in the city and had never even seen a pig up close, let alone castrating one. He held the tools in his hands but just could not bring himself to do it. Arthur was like a coach in a basketball game, frantically directing his inexperienced player who could not even get a simple rebound. He looked at the bite marks on Marshall's hand from the little pig and could not help but say, "I've lived to be this old, but this is the first time seeing someone getting bitten by a pig."

* I ask, a little hesitantly. *Alpha….* big pause, *I’d be honored. She is an amazing little girl, and her wolf is a total spitfire. And to know you’d trust me enough with her and Luna’s safety, wow! It will be a challenge, but totally worth it. I’m in. Thank you, sir! Marshall, I know is eager to keep this assignment and he’s perfect for second in command. I’ll get you the names of other warriors I think would be a good match by the end of the week. Until then, Marshall and I have things covered with my team at Patty’s.*

"Before I could even get out of my seat, I saw Marshall come in the door behind them. He was careful not to let the door hit the bell. He hid behind one of my shelving units and changed to his wolf. The men were shouting at me to go get the money, but then Marshall stepped just enough into the light to cast very big shadow on the floor at the men's feet. He growled at them very loudly. "I told them, 'Get out of my shop or I will tell my dog to attack you!' Marshall, he growled again louder and started snarling. He stepped forward a little more so they could see that he is huge and will not be easily beaten. The men turned and left my shop, hurrying to get away from my vicious beast. When the

"You need to go home and rest. Do I need to call someone for you? Mr. Brown, perhaps?" Before I could respond, the roar of a car engine sounded from the parking lot. We all turned to see Marshall's Cadillac jerk to a stop outside before he leapt out of the driver side. He was quivering with rage. He slammed the door and marched towards the building. I noticed Winnie and Bobby both tensed but didn't move to grab their weapons. Strange, since a deranged-looking man was heading directly for us. I remained rooted to the spot. Part of me was overwhelmed with relief at the sight of him. He was going to protect me. He was going to keep me safe. If Marshall believed someone was out to hurt me, I had

Even though it wasn’t very powerful, it made quite a lot of noise. “Hey, do you have any more? Let me play a few.” “I don’t have much. I’ll give you five.” “Okay. I’ll give you a bag of candy tomorrow!” “Hurry up, you two. Let’s go to the abandoned field to play police and bandit games!” “Coming, coming…” Pa! Pa! In the field, the sounds of cracking, laughter, and fighting mixed together. At the end of the day, for more than ten hours, Marcellus was still tenaciously alive, and he had successfully avoided two accidents. Every nerve of his body was excited, and he felt that he had already mastered the skill of avoiding accidental deaths.

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.

“Pollux has got eternity in his body. He’s also got more powers from the gods and goddesses. So, I hope this Pollux toy can protect you wherever you are, Marius… Take care of yourself… Come back again safely to pick me up… I’ll be waiting for you here… Okay…?” Marvelo gave the Pollux wooden toy to Marius. Marius held the toy intensely tightly in his hand. His heavy weeping was really unfettered right now. His sadness, misery and sorrow were all incredibly uncontrollable anymore. He then seized Marvelo into his warm, precious, comfortable, but somewhat shaking and shivering hug.