Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

Holus protect us all, it was a disaster never been seen at all. “We can’t stay here much longer,” Falstad said. The groans of the undead grow nearer, and there will be no way out once everyone has turned. “Arthur!” He shouted, and there came Lieutenant Arthur. “Commander?” Arthur asked. “Take six of your men to hold off the undead here whilst we leave with the princess. Holus guide you.”

Somehow, Lucian had either changed his personality overnight or Joanne had pressured him, because he actually started apologizing to me. He sent messages to me every single day without fail. [Lucian: The fat orange cartoon cat is really cute, but I still think our three little furballs at home are cuter. Should we get another cat to keep them company?] [Lucian: That Eastorian place is amazing. I heard the ingredients are flown in fresh from Boreas every day. We should go try it.]

We just turned off the street when a huge explosion could be heard coming from behind us, causing the whole ground to shake, I look back seeing barrels of smoke fill the air, fear immediately making its way through me. "Don't worry about that doll, people down there are always doing stuff like that" he simple says, answering my question before I asked it, I look over at him where his face was just straight, turning us into the dual carriage way. We drive for around half an hour, until we turn in to what looked like an abandoned road, right at the end was a car with Aidan and the new guy Thomas waiting outside. Anthony pulls up telling me he won't be long before getting out with them, Aidan w

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and she swiftly rushed back to the bed, hiding the phone beneath the pillow. The Boss entered the room without knocking, standing silently at the entrance, locking eyes with Elena. "Puppy," he coldly smirked, advancing further. His eyes were on her, adorning her beauty. He moved directly towards Elena, who sat on the bed, her heart pounding so fiercely it felt like her ribs might crack. She clenched her legs together, praying fervently for the police to arrive soon.

So, believe it or not, I actually enjoy patrols. Training, no. Patrols, yes. Training means working on strengths and skills I don’t really have; I’d even go as far as calling myself a pacifist. I just don’t like violence and prefer to avoid it at all costs, even if it’s to defend myself. Defending Jennifer on the other hand is a different matter, and now that she’s carrying our pup, I do want to be able to protect them from anything. Patrols are different though. Everyone eighteen and over is required to do patrol shifts. This is so everyone contributes to protecting the pack. It’s not a hard job. You just spend a few hours in a designated section of the pack border trotting up and down in w