Paw Patrol Marshall Scared Novels & Stories

His voice was venom. Before Scar could react, Marshall crossed the room in a flash, grabbed his shirt, and slammed him hard against the wall. The glass fell from his hand, shattering. “She is not my mother!” he roared. “Don’t ever call her that again.” Scar didn’t flinch. “Boss… she’s dangerous. More dangerous than we imagined. Going against her might be suicide.”

Marshall confessed. I was petrified. Even after twenty eight years, he was still searching for a wolf? The last one remaining from that pack. We don't even know if that pup made it out alive till date, and he's still after it? What kind of batshit crazy is this? "Marshall? Are you crazy?" I snapped at him. "No. I am not," he growled.

we kiss that kiss again the scary one that makes my heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter around my tummy. I uber home in a record time change then go to school by lunchtime I am so tired I cant keep my eyes open "you have been dozing through the most of the day" Kaylee complains "what were you doing last night" I can't help but smile "oh you slut spill " okay uhmm I met this man older man " older like how old ?" Like collage old " I lie. Fearing judgement and also not wanting to spill that her dad had it so up my throat I still can taste him.

“Yeah, and what’s in your pocket – a bit of lint and a dollar?” “Pfft, no. A piece of gum, obviously.” I shook my head and lowered my voice even further. “Marls, do you really see it as a good thing? She’s terrified of herself. And, to be honest, I’m scared of her. Not of her, that’s not what I meant, but scared of what this might do to her.”

"Guess I'll just have to prove to you how much you need me." My face crumpled from his words. The psychopath thinks he can scare me. Funny. "Fuck off, Marshall." I glared hard at him before storming it out of the office.

The moon brightened the place a little and she was grateful for that. From far away, she heard thumping of feet. It sounded like something huge and she scrunched up her face, a tear staining her eye lids as she raked her fingers through her hair. She was doomed! Could that be a dogman coming for her? Her knees shook and her throat felt dry instantly. "I just want to go home," Whispered Maris as she took shelter behind a bush, taking a peek from a small hole. A big hairy monster stopped, backing the bush as he sniffed the ground and howled at the moon. Other beasts howled too and Maris closed her eyes, taking her face away from the hole.

He had every right to be upset with her for what she had done, but none of us were thinking clearly at the time. Malcolm transformed into a panther, raced around the cabin, and vanished. We stopped chasing him once he reached the tree line. I wasn't about to go in there with the Death Stalker's sharp teeth and claws. I had previously witnessed him in action. I didn't want to see it any longer. A loud shriek rang out from the woods. "Malcolm!" I yelled. We bolted into the woods. Malcolm was a powerful panther, but he wasn't invincible. As we got closer, a terrifying scene played out. Malcolm was standing over a limp body, his chest heaving, and blood dripping from his fangs. I could only assu

They did not have to worry about the dragon anymore. However, Marshall was not having any of it. “Interesting! I really believed you for a second there, but from the way I see it, you’re actually scared to track down the dragon, aren’t you? That’s why you came up with this excuse. A dragon is known to be strong and it might still be lurking around here. Can we hold you responsible if it attacks the capital city?” Although his face was filled with a sense of justice, his eyes were cold when he looked at Darryl. He would make Darryl pay for the humiliation he suffered under him just now.

CHAPTER 37 Marcel looked really angry, the veins in his neck were so prominent, his face stone cold, and his ear red like cherry. He breathed a forced laugh and straightened the creases in his brows. The fear level in the room skyrocketed instantly and I looked at them, they were really scared of him and I wondered if I was missing something here. Personally Marcel wasn't a saint but I just didn't understand why he was really feared, I mean he was harmless, well for most times he was.

Gina screamed until her voice broke. Marshall grabbed the shovel and smashed it down on Gina's leg. "Die!" he growled. "As long as I live, that's all that matters!" Her leg snapped on impact. Her scream ripped through the air. The smell of blood pushed both dogs into a full frenzy. They lunged at Gina together as she bled heavily. "Marshall, save me! You can't do this!" she sobbed, reaching for him. He kicked her hand away. "Get lost! This is all your fault!"