Paw Patrol Marshall X Chase Novels & Stories

This time he did not wait for him to get up and charged at him. Just as Mason got up Xavier pounced on him, he held his neck and squeezed. Mason was scratching him his front paws trying to get out of Xavier’s tight grip. “This is for my mother.” He punched him on the ribs breaking a few then threw him away. Mason fell and whimpered in pain. Claudia was also whimpering next to Lizzy who was keeping a close eye on her.

He then landed in his wolf form. He looked twice larger than Lavana's wolf. "You are gonna get it, damn Omega!" he mind linked her, and she bared her teeth at him. "I'm not afraid of you. Come, deliver your neck to me." Pamela replied telepathically. "Haha! I wanna see how an Omega who can't stand on its feet properly, will defeat me." he finally said before pouncing on her. The two started a fierce fight using their paws and mouth. Pamela couldn't leave a scratch on Chase's wolf but instead got several bites and claw marks. Her white fur became stained with blood all over.

CHASE ************** Five Years Later **************** “Hey, take it easy!” I growl out as Fallon and Gray’s twins race past me, nearly knocking the tray of burgers out of my hands. “Sorry, Uncle Chase!” their daughter calls over her shoulder, though she doesn’t slow down in her pursuit of her brother as he weaves between the people gathered on the back lawn of the packhouse, darting around them in an effort to escape her. He almost succeeds, too, until Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, jumps between her parents to block his path, her curly hair bouncing and a mischievous grin stretching her lips.

“Stop!” Instead of stopping like this new but cold and powerful voice that belonged to Marshall had just asked her to, Willow jumped on Harrison’s distracted wolf, and if not for the fact that Marshall was quick to lunge himself in the middle and slash at her wolf with his elongated fingers, throwing her wolf far from them, Harrison's body would have been jerking on the floor in a bloody headless mess.

“We only have half an hour left for patrols. Suck it up, baby, you can do this,” “Fine!” Marcus huffed and then groaned as he closed the link. “How do you follow Will Smith in the Snow?” Xander asked, and Marcus groaned. “You follow the fresh prints,” Xander laughed, and Marcus rolled his eyes and tried to tune him out. He wished he and Zendaya would patrol together. They should! Marcus thought. ‘Instead, she's on the other end of the territory, and I'm over here with Xander and his lame dad jokes!’ Marcus thought.

He would not allow the tragedy that befell the Coopers in South River City and Sam's fate to happen to anyone again. "Insolent!" "Daredevil!" "Don't waste time talking to him." "Attack!" The four of them took the lead. Four figures were flashing, charging toward Chase from four directions. The sound of something piercing the air was incessant. "Die!" Paxton was the first to close in. His arm was like a hungry wolf's claw, fiercely grabbing toward Chase's throat. Evidently, as the eldest among the four, his strength was indeed somewhat superior. This claw carried remnants of black energy. If it landed, it would undoubtedly result in one’s bones turning to powder.

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

Luke, lying lazily under one of the chairs, complained with a meow from her screeching voice and licked himself clean. "Are we going training or not?" I asked, as I swallowed the grape's sweet juices and skin. Chase was wearing his usual pair of sweatpants and a V-neck shirt, his hair showed he came from a quick shower. He smiled at me, reaching for the bowl of grapes. I smacked his hand but Chase was fast. He grabs my wrist before I could touch his skin. His smirking face was instantly replaced by concern.

****** Chase When Chase sat down again, a waiter filled his tray without him noticing. His fangs clenched in anger when he saw Karen sitting where his daughter wanted her to sit. He hadn't noticed that Xavier had seated her where his mate should have been. Why any self-respecting Alpha, especially one as strong and wealthy as Xavier, would even consider mating with a hybrid was beyond him.

I want to look around, to see if the rest of the pack came with him, but I can’t tear my gaze away from him driving the other wolf away from me. As third in the pack, Marshall is one of the best fighters we have, whether human or wolf. He fights silently. He doesn’t growl or snarl the way the intruder does, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t furious. I feel the lash of his rage as he snaps his teeth and uses every ounce of coiled muscle to attack. Marshall doesn’t hold back. In seconds he has the black-brown wolf pinned and goes for his throat. But then my eyes widen in horror as a lighter brown wolf barrels out of nowhere and slams into Marshall, knocking him away.