Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

She wondered what kids these days watch. "Like Everest?" he asked. "Who is Everest?" Jacques didn't know. "Everest is the coolest pup in Paw Patrol. She..." The boy started to speak. And he didn't stop talking about this cartoon dog.

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

he shrugged nonchalantly. "Was that an apology?" Ashley leaned over to ask Suzanne in a whisper. Suzanne gave her a low chuckle as she shrugged. "I suppose," she muttered. Andrew cleared his throat. "Alright, down to business," he started. They all looked at him. "This is our first mission as E-rank, and no matter how lowly it seems, we must not take it for granted. The documents you're all holding states that Patches is a Golden Retriever, brown coated, with a pink bow and a similar color of collar," Andrew said as he switched on his laptop. He got pictures of how Patches looked like from the various pictures Mrs Paulina had posted online.

Chapter 4: Trapped Akira's P.O.V Never in my life had I thought I could be a marathon runner. I was usually the type who was too lazy to even do chores in my own house unless my mom paid me for it. No, really! But thankfully, both my parents stay away most of the time for business matters in Montana and I usually have my older sister looking after me...who was more interested in breaking hearts than taking care of me. So in short, I have all the time in the world to laze around.

Anything to help my little mate. I was back within minutes, carrying everything along with one of my t-shirts. “Put this on her, once you get her cleaned up,” I said to Pat. She nodded and looked at me with a worried face. “What is it, what’s wrong,” I demanded. “She’s got some broken bones and since she’s just a pup, her wolf can’t heal her, Angel can try a spell but we all know there is something that will heal her faster, and be painless-”

Approaching the railing on the 2nd floor hastily, she gulps, seeing the scene below. Her heart drops and worry enters her mind. An arena was formed in the center of the huge ground with students circling it. Two figures stood in the center. The first one was a huge wolf with black fur coating it, his roar was powerful enough to make anyone submit to him, anger circling around him in waves.

My eyes motioned to Bazaar standing in the rain. "Kill him you weakling!" he shouted infuriated. Knowing he was losing, badly. None of his men could kill Alpha Deucalion. They were no match for him. Alpha Deucalion growled with rage at Bazaar, killing the last werewolf. I covered both ears and lowered to the ground at how loud his growling was. My ears ache from the terrible sound. I hurriedly stood up and again looked through the window as I heard another fight begin.

Peter looked straight into her eyes now and said, “Alpha Grey.” Lola felt surprised, “Really? Must be because he feels guilty then.” Peter raised his shoulders, “I don’t know. Everyone says he is cruel but if you pay attention, you will notice he cares a lot about his pack, and for some reason, I don’t think he enjoys bloodshed.” Lola stood up and squeezed Peter his shoulder, “Well he is lucky with someone as loyal as you in his pack. Next time you feel alone come sit with me. I know how it feels to not belong anywhere.”

It was a battlefield. Spitfire lay in the center like a queen in a war zone, eyes half-lidded, one paw lazily restraining Goose, who was trying very hard to bite Cloud’s ear. Freya was chewing on the corner of the fleece lining like it owed her money. Nova had somehow rolled onto her back and was kicking wildly at the air, claws unsheathed like she was mid-boss battle. Pesto was out of the box entirely, half-crawled, half-tumbled onto the mat I’d set beside it, and mewling like someone had personally betrayed him. And Mochi?

"I did promise him, Astra. Shall we go to the amusement park together, all five of us?" Before I could even answer, Dexter plopped onto the floor and started wailing again. "I don't want them to come! I only want Mommy and Daddy Theron to take me there!" For once, Theron's expression hardened. He sternly warned, "Enough. They're my mate and pup, so don't ever speak like that again." Dexter's cries were abruptly cut off. Lyana's smug smile froze on her face. She shot me a glare, grabbed Dexter's hand, and started sobbing as she headed for the door.