Paw Patrol Marshall Crying Novels & Stories

Emotions weighed on him: strategic frustration at the cult's elusiveness, quiet affection for Mara that made him glance her way often, and a triumphant spark at deciphering clues amid the grief. The group was tending wounds when a pup—Elara, a ten-year-old shifter new to patrols, her wide brown eyes filled with terror—slipped on a blood-slick ledge, her small frame teetering toward the abyss. "Help!" she cried, her voice high and panicked, claws scrabbling futilely on the rock, emotions raw: fear clutching her chest, regret for wandering too close.

I cry before he can approach me. “Marcelo!” I cry. Why does he want to hurt me? He swiftly moves to me and grabs me by my throat. ‘Am sorry’ I whisper to him, tears streaming down my face while he tightens his grip around my throat. I am running out of breath. “Marcelo! Please” I cry, tears falling from my eyes. I can’t breathe. His wolf throws me again and I roll over the road as I close my eyes. What is happening to me? What changed so fast?

They’re both crying hysterically now. Orion hasn’t taken his eyes away from mine. No fear. Just regret and a plea for his mother’s life in his eyes. And something else, a longing. A longing for what exactly? I consider asking him to choose his punishment, but I know what his choice will be. He’s an Alpha afterall, a proud one. He’ll sooner choose death than bear the shame of exile. “Silence!” I bark. “Enough of that crying.” The chamber quietens down as both women dutifully stifle their sobs.

It was raw, real and painful. I hated myself for not being faster, for doing nothing while she suffered here alone. "I am so sorry, Wildcat. I am so sorry." But she wouldn't stop crying. Her tears flowed like a dam. And I felt one crawling down my cheek, the tickling sensation biting at me. "Come let's get out of here." I didn't let her walk. I gathered her and lifted her into my arms, and she panicked. "Marcel, no!" She croaked. "You are wounded."

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

Marrok, though, barely lifted his head but a small whine escaped him. Tears spilled as I waded through the thick ooze. It took time as the ooze tried to climb up my legs but I made it to his body. Pulling him into my arms, I rested my head against his forehead, wiping away as much of the ooze as I could. “Hey, my sweet boy. I’m so sorry I’m late. I’m sorry I didn’t see it earlier.” Reaching out, I wiped the slime away from his mouth and eyes. Marrok whined and licked my hand.

He ran around the room and started knocking over everything he believed was in his way. "I told you I'd handle him!' Marcel yelled so loud, that I worried that Luna Trina would hear and come running to my room. He went over to my bed and turned it over with one hand like it was nothing. I curled up against the wall, terrified of him, watching him and hoping for him to calm down. Marcel again walked angrily over to me. In his eyes I saw tears. I froze, not believing what I was seeing. The powerful warrior zeta who barely showed any emotion was crying in anger all because of me.

I was confused why he wasn't punishing me. "I'm so sorry you are going through this, Love" He said as I felt wet drips land on the back of my neck. I pulled back to look at his face just in time for a tear to slid off his face and onto my cheek. "Why are you crying?" I asked softly as I moved one hand up to wipe the tears from his eyes. He moved his head down so his eyes could look into mine. His eyes were shining with more tears as he spoke. "You lost the pup and I don't know how to help you"

She eventually stopped crying and sat there emotionlessly, her gaze was at him, but she wasn't looking at him. “Mrs. Ava, what happened? Why are you crying-” the woman glanced down and gasped? “Oh my God, Rico!!” She exclaimed. “What… How…? Ava,” she rushed towards my aunty to console her while I cried on my uncle's chest bitterly. I felt someone's hand on my shoulders, squeezing it gently. I glanced up to see a man with white hair. “Uncle Marshal, uncle isn't breathing… Is he… Is he dead? But… But he can't leave me, right? He always promised to take care of me,” I croaked.

Forrest stands in the doorway, just looking at me. “What?” I shake my head, confused what he means. How could I make it rain? “Why are you sad?” Phoenix starts walking over to the bed and Forrest follows him. “It’s nothing.” I lean into Puma’s chest again and I feel his lips at the top of my head. I hate that I’m crying, but there really isn’t anything I can do to stop it. I’m sad right now. I miss my family. The rain picks up as I cry a little harder.