Paw Patrol Ranger Novels & Stories

I couldn't risk being slapped again, my face already ached from the ones I'd gotten last night. “I will not repeat myself,’” he muttered, his voice low. Dangerous. It made my skin crawl. Then I lifted my head slowly. I met his eyes yet again. This time, I didn't flinch, I didn't cower. I just stared at him dead in the eye, yet, one could see the quiver of my shackled hands against the cold metal. The cold seemed to have multiplied, making me shiver. My nipples hardened, poking through my dress as though begging to be released. I saw his eyes move, particularly resting onto my breasts for a fleeting second.

Her lips parted with a scathing statement, but before she could catch her breath, he was stepping into the Control Room and speaking to the neon-haired werewolf on patrol. “We need transportation, asap.” The warrior with his strange colour combination of hair shaved close to his head, and his large body covered with a variety of weapons, rose to his feet, clearly under orders to offer Rhye whatever he needed. “Follow me, alpha.” Wryly marvelling at what Trevor would demand in compensation for his hospitality, Rhye followed the werewolf across the room. Waiting for the attendant to push open a narrow door, he wasn’t shocked to discover the enormous underground garage that held a half dozen gl

"I just pretended it did. And luckily, the portable fire pump dad gave me was still in the car." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. It came in handy because I didn't know if I could've survived all that." Roman lost his train of thought, eying the Panther stalking toward us cautiously and aiming the hose at him. "No." I placed my hand over him, lowering the hose. "Don't worry; he's one of the good guys." Malcolm's growl then became a groan as he shifted back into his human form. Roman dropped the hose and stumbled backward, shaking his head at me in disbelief.

Parker instructs, leaning over Ryder as he sits in front of Linda’s desktop computer. “And Nightfang.” Riley adds sensibly, “I saw him here, so this is probably his pack.” Ryder, who the other pups always consider the youngest because he was born ten minutes after Riley and thirty minutes after Parker, dutifully follows his sibling’s instructions, slowly pushing down keys and watching the corresponding letters appear on the glowing screen. When the phrase is complete, he excitedly hammers the ‘enter’ button and all three children wait for the results to populate with bated breath.

The blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

Mason spots the patrol first. ‘Alpha, there, near that fallen log! The patrol!’ ‘Stop yelling! We can hear you! Idiot.’ Chastises Jason. He and Mason are litter mates, both with brown fur with white patches on their heads and paws. Mason also has a white patch on his tail. It’s the only difference between them. As we get closer to the patrol, I notice their agitation and it’s unnerving. What is it about this human? ‘Alpha.’ Greets one of the guards with a bow. I turn to him.

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but it was more of a forest scent than anything else. "A patrol is coming," Wildheart murmured. "Be on your guard." Sprucepaw watched carefully as three cats stepped forward. Sure enough Wildheart was right about the patrol. A ginger-brown tom with tabby markings was the first to glare at Wildheart. Beside him was an older looking apprentice-aged cat. Her tortoiseshell fur was bristling with annoyance when she spotted Sprucepaw. Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes.

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

- I am… My words died in my throat as the new ranger got out of the car. His tall, muscular body towered over mine, bulging biceps trying to poke out through the rolled-up sleeves of his work shirt. He wore dark blue jeans and work boots with the laces loose, and looked like he'd just walked off the set of a Sexy Bikers calendar shoot. On the edge of his sleeve, I caught the outline of a black and gray tattoo encircling his upper arm.

I press my face into the wet leaves. A vehicle rumbles past. An armored personnel carrier, painted matte gray. Ironclaw. Seeing it in a photograph was one thing. Seeing it rolling down the road where my father used to teach me to drive is another. "They’re running patrols on a fifteen-minute loop," I deduce. "That’s military standard. Not ranger standard." We move parallel to the road, staying deep in the shadows. When the ranger station comes into view, I stop dead. It used to be a welcoming place. A log cabin with a wide porch where the border patrols would stop for coffee and gossip.