Paw Patrol Scout Novels & Stories

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

“Uncle Alvaro can't just guessing, David. The scent can belong to anyone! How did he know it was Bara's scent?” “I told you, Justin. I really don't know. Go ask my dad directly!” My eyes begged Justin. “I don't care the reason how David's father found out, Justin,” I said frantically. “All I know is my mom is there! In custody! Quickly take me there!” Justin sighed deeply. “If that's what you want.” Three shadows flashed in the woods that afternoon: one wolvire, two wolves. I hope my mom is fine.

I think the patrol may have gotten the situation under control. The kids park comes in my vision and my footsteps fasten. Please be safe Elora! Please be safe. I enter the deserted place to find no one there. Fear entering my insides...what if...what if something happened to her. "Elora!" I scream in desperation. Not caring about the rogues. Making my voice to echo. Silence. There was nothing. And I look around. When suddenly my eyes stop at a swing. It was swinging slowly...like some has been just swinging on it.

Perhaps I wasn't as lonely as I believed. Our discussion was cut short by a desperate howl from the boundary of the territory. My heart soared into my throat when I identified the voice; it belonged to one of our scouts. We hurried to the border, where a tiny pack of wolves was assembled. As we got closer, the smell of blood struck me like a solid barrier. "What's going on?" I insisted, making my way through the crowd. Then I noticed it. The scout's corpse was sprawled on the ground, disfigured beyond identification. His fur was stained with blood, and deep wounds marred his chest and neck. Next to him lay a rough shape etched into the ground, a circle crossed by three sharp lines.b

Yet I never doubted the message Cherry sent to me in this dream. My mate would be back with me soon! “Nuu-Chah, please heal my mate, your special wolf, with your utmost power,” I mumbled. "I promise to take care of every shifter in your custody." Later, I mind linked Bert over to the pack house. "Let's go and visit Jason in the territory of the Whitemoon Pack. How's everything going on there now?” I asked as Bert followed me out. “Our warriors are marking the land with the sigil of Starsmoon now.” “Good. How many families have signed up to get relocated in Whitemoon?” I started the engine and drove away.

I get outside the cave ,and a bunch of the warriors are trying to hold scar down with a net trap ,stopping him from flying ,I'm surprised he didn't mind link me ,bad boy scar ,he knows they're noting ,that's why he probably didn't bother , as soon as i step out a bunch of were wolves already shifted dashed towards me with their claws out . "Ozzaaaarrrrr" i said shooting a fire ball back at them sending them flying into the woods in their numbers ,scar ,charges up lifting his wings off the ground with a burst of fire and pure power that sends all the traps placed on him flying , i put the pair of shoes to his nose so he can sniff it and join in also in the search , as i hop back on him an h

So I think I will disturb the entry just a little, nothing that is too noticeable unless they are looking and allow one of the other patrols to find them. I head back to the barracks, climb in through my window, put my backpack into my small cupboard and then go and rejoin the search party I was teamed up with, luckily we had separated to do the search a bit quicker so my absence wasn't noticed. Just as I re-join my team, we all stop as we hear a really loud, sad and pain-filled howl echo throughout the woods, it is then followed by three more very loud howls in response and joined to the first one. Maverick is obviously dead, the poor sucker. He was a really good partner in both our patrols

He thought being born in such a luscious continent after the war was a privilege for him to take his first breath and fresh air had greeted his infant lungs, and yet here the air had smelled pure, untainted. Taking a step forward he had almost tripped and had caught himself, uprighting himself from the tree. His hand had grazed a large and deep set of claws that was so severe it had passed through the sides. He froze. “My High Rank! Are you alright?” The Scout asked as he tried to catch up with him. Stating the good news he said. “Sir we found the Scouts trail, and it seems the soil here is rich…” “Where are they?!” He frantically yelled.

I checked my stride as she turned her head. “Collins Parker, your claws have been tracking the young ones across the ice all afternoon,” Patricia murmured, her scent radiating calm support. “Let my old lines assume the watch over the pup for this solstice night.” “My inner fire is still burning high,” I replied, relieving her arms of the bundle. “I can guard his breath for another watch. He is a peaceful scout. He rarely raises a howl.” There were suns when I could simply leave him on the thick hide mats with a carved bone ring, and his wolf would remain silent for hours. The pup hadn't mastered the roll yet, eliminating any risk of him sliding off the elevated platform.

"True. But we'll save the discussion of the young boy later. I need some reports from the three of you." The three of them nodded and they went to their respective seats. Since Sam was the second Boss and commander among the four factions, he spoke first. "The bombardment mission in the L.A headquarter was successful. We managed to kill 90% of the White Wolf's Clan member there including the Head, John. We've managed to capture young boys and girls to be our slaves. We've also left those cryptic photographs for the White Wolf's Clan to investigate." A dangerous smile lit up in Alexander lips while hearing his report.