Paw Patrol Ryder Sick Novels & Stories

Ryder said. "Well I am a special case, if not for my fast reflexes and healing and the fact that I can hear the pack link, I would have thought I am a human." "Does anybody else know about this?" Ryder asked. "Just Jax and my father. I didn't have close friends apart from Jax so nobody knew about it." "What about during the hunt?" "I always hid myself." "Did your dad take you to any pack doctors?" "Yes, I was taken to all the best pack doctors yet they couldn't see anything wrong with me."

Ryker said with a very serious voice. "What is this stupid reasonable attitude you want from me after your friend threw me out like trash?" "That you are," I remarked. "Can you hear what he just said? What bloody rational response do you want from me when he's so rude?" She ranted. Ryker ignored her and went straight to the point, "Jayden is sick with whatever disease is going around killing innocent people. If you can heal him now, then you will certainly have proof that you do have a solution to our problem."

Ryder said, assuring me upon seeing my oddly twisted expression, "you'll be glad you broke your arm so you get to see this!" "I fractured my wrist," I pointed out good-naturedly, "but I really don't think I'll ever be happy. My werewolf healing is sort of broken." "Well," Ryder said, tapping his chin playfully to find an excuse that he'd most likely already thought of, "this'll help soften the blow." "If only the blow could have been softened when we were playing dodgeball," I muttered, not really intending for Ryder to hear, but he did. "I'm really sorry you got so hurt," Ryder said, stopping and forcing me to awkwardly stop in front of him, "I should have yelled sooner, but I was way too s

I had just been so lost in the pain of my mate bond that I hadn't noticed these details. "I need time to think," I said softly. Just then, an urgent mind-link message interrupted our conversation. "Luna! It's an emergency!" The pack physician's voice rang in my head. "What's wrong?" "It's Ryder! He was severely injured by a pack of rogues during his exile and is now on the verge of death!"

“I'll cut you limb by limb, and I will make sure you suffer. I will make you beg for death, then feed you alive to my hounds." Ryder gulped, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm not lying," he responded quickly, fear creeping from his tone. "I swear, I'm telling the truth. I've only been working for Phil because of the money. He pays well, and I need the money to take care of my sick father." “Your father?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling suddenly curious. "What's wrong with him?" Ryder hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth as if afraid to share that information with me. "He was injured during the attack on the Windwalker pack," he finally answered. "He's been sick ever since and won't heal." His

I say, managing a faint smile of my own. Ryder chuckles quietly as he crosses the room. “Sounds like him. Dramatic right up until the crash.” He looks at Callen, then back at me. “That’s normal, by the way. His body’s burning through energy to heal. Give him a few days, and he’ll be back to his usual charming and annoying self.” “I hope so.” I sigh. “I hate seeing him like this. It feels… wrong.” “I get it,” he nods, coming to stand beside me. “But he’s strong. He’ll bounce back faster than you think.”

Ryder informs me, his voice breaking. I try to calm him down while Raven takes care of things with Andrew. Ten minutes later, Raven comes with a water bottle. "What happened?" "He is awake, and the doctors took him to take a CT scan. He told the doctor that he had chest pains. He also told him about what happened during prom. The doctors will inform us what is wrong with him after taking a look at his scan results," I simply nod. This day has really taken a toll on my mental and physical health.

Leison and Nique’s face hovered over him. “Ryder, can you move?” Nique asked. Ryder opened his mouth and saw that he had lost his voice. He tried moving any part of his body. It was slowly registering to him. His body was paralyzed. His vocal chords were withdrawn down to the deepest parts of his throat. He could feel pain but was not able to move. Ryder was under a spell. The frantic moving of his eyeballs made Nique and Leison finally realize what was wrong with him and why he couldn’t get up despite not having any serious wounds inflicted on him. Nique covered her mouth with one hand while Leison was already dialing on his phone.

She finished. “You don’t look the type.” Kent said, his voice cold. He snapped his fingers again, the wolf began roaming all over again. “What—what is he doing?” My mother asked. “Patrolling. Pay no attention to him.” Kent responded back. “Now, I want to see when I can take Marianna back to Blackwood Castle. I’d like to get started right away on making our cubs.” Kent said, and I could see Marianna’s face turning pink. Though she wasn’t embarrassed, she was excited. I, however , had a funny feeling. I usually got this feeling while around male wolves—grant I was not around them much. All I knew was, he was lying. I could prove it. I wasn’t sure if I was right, but all I knew was, I didn’t wa

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.