Paw Patrol Redesigned Novels & Stories

Cleo's house was surrounded by witches in black robes, chanting with their hands in the air. "I smell smoke." Malcolm said, sniffing the air around us. "Oh, no!" Ms. Cleo grabbed my arm, leading me to the back of the house to a back window, but witches were surrounding the entire perimeter. "Damn it. We are trapped." "Not for long," Malcolm said, transforming into his panther form. He launched off the front porch, instantly knocking two witches to the ground. When they got back up, Malcolm was already on top of them. He bit one witch in the neck and threw her at another witch. The other two witches turned on him but were quickly dispatched by Ms. Cleo's spells.

They had worn similar riding gear, a white shirt with black leather pants and white riding boots, their shirts had the new Moonclaw logo on them, they had gotten rid of the old one that stood for battles and war and had used a new one, the design was simple, it was a dove with an olive branch in its mouth, a logo that stood for peace. Keira smiled as she sensed the change in his mood. “What’s this?” she teased, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You look nervous, Callum.” She said. He chuckled, his heart pounding, as he led her to the edge of the fountain, the grass here was soft under their boots. The world seemed to be at peace here, it felt like time moved more slowly here, the hor

"Indeed. I heard she went through quite a lot after leaving the pack, but now that she's back, Alpha Rudolph dotes on her terribly." "The pup beside her is the young heir, isn't he? What a fine-looking lad." Theron followed their gaze and saw Cayden dressed in a small ceremonial suit embroidered with silver threads. Back in the Silverfrost pack, Cayden had always been small, timid, and hesitant. He barely had the courage to speak up, and whenever he was wronged, he would only hide behind me. But now, he stood tall. His eyes were bright and steady, and despite his small frame, he carried the quiet authority of a born Alpha.

transformed. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured. As we dressed, his fingers lingered on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I caught sight of myself in the cracked mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. My lips were swollen, my eyes bright with a wild sort of joy. Suddenly, a voice crackled through what I now realized was an earpiece in the stranger's ear. "Boss, the coast is clear. But we need to move. Now."

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Apparently, Paw's transformation to any race was a draining act that took him days to recover which was why his mark had appeared. Before he had successfully copied Genad's power amidst a little which was why it could hide its tattoo but now that he was drained he couldn't use his magic to even as much change form which meant he was stuck in his furry form for a while. 'Not that I mind.' Paws once more clenched Feral's pants by his teeth and once more pulled at the brunette. Finally giving up on cautioning the naughty cat, Feral simply followed it until they reached their destination- a small wooden door.

--- 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.

Their growling became more aggressive. God, please help me. Suddenly another wolf came out of the dark and stood in front of me. I think it's Lupus. He barked at the other two. They just growled at each other while I'm standing behind Lupus frozen. They suddenly changed into human form. Wow...they are also big and ripped like Lupus but only bigger. That's all I'm saying. You can imagine the rest. "Why are you protecting a human?" One started talking. I think he's the oldest given he's growing a small beard. I can't understand them. I guess that's their language.

of the Crimson Flame Pack, using sound blasts to disorient enemies. The Gamma in charge of recruitment looked up, frowned, and waved them off. "Under eighteens aren't allowed——" His words cut short. Paisley spun and leaped, steel studs on her boot soles sparking against the ground. Her whip lashed out like a living thing, ensnaring a granite target twenty paces away. Her left arm suddenly shifted, gray wolf fur bristling with veins, wolf claws gripping the whip handle tightly. With a muffled roar, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the rock surface. As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy.

* the hammer was with the enchantment of Phil but it only stops its movement for a second! "tsk!"- Phil Phil jumps backward and Uncle Sunny also get out of the way while the Mutated Dog is rushing a person is planning to collide it! and it was none other than Timot! Big Paw vs the enhanced stab of Timot! *TTUNNNNGGG!* because of the strong impact, Timot has been sent flying! and the Mutated Dog only push back a few centimeters! it pushes very near to me! "it is my chance!"- John Carl