Paw Patrol Owl Novels & Stories

What character was Olivia playing? "You've finished all the alcohol. We'll get more tomorrow." "That won't do. Bring me my steed. I shall ride out and get you some alcohol." Ethan was speechless. He could only play along. "Alright, the hour is late. Let's turn in for the night." Olivia jumped off the bed. "I'm not tired. I'm an owl. Owls don't sleep at night." She put her hands by her side and said, "I'll watch over you. Sleep. I'll go out and catch some rats and snakes later."

He shot me a gigantic, face-splitting smile. With that pronouncement, he dropped my hands and his form exploded in black, icy blue, and silver sparks. Once his animal form took shape, it was the blue-black of Kord's and Oliver's hair. The color seemed to pull light in and trap it. The top of its head was even with my hips. The owl looked up at me, icy blue eyes keen in its heart-shaped face. Its head tipped to the side as if asking me a question. I shrugged. "Well, let's go then," I said.

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

She decided on the latter. He took a deep breath and her palms glowed purple. The summoning seal appeared on the ground and erupted purple light. When it cleared, a beautiful white and brown owl stood there in all its glory with very intelligent pitch black eyes. “You called” the owl spoke and it was a she. “I’m Danny” she introduced herself. “I’m Willow. How can I be of service?” she asked. “Well this is my first time. What do you suggest?” she asked. “I could take you flying or if….”

A sudden low growl rumbled from the dog house at the far end of the porch. “Barky?” Arah called, inching toward the sound, her brow furrowing. Suddenly, there was a blur of movement—Barky shot out of the shadows, tense and alert. His ears were pinned back, his tail rigid. He planted his front paws wide apart, growling with a deep, guttural snarl that vibrated through his chest. His eyes were locked on the owl. “Hey, big guy, it’s okay,” she said gently. “It’s just an owl. It’s harmless.”