Paw Patrol Scout Novels & Stories

I watched Rose leave beyond the training grounds. Kieran fixed his eyes on mine. "Whatever this medallion is..." "It belongs with you." "But do not take it off, unless you have no other choice." I nodded slowly. "I will not." Outside the city walls of Greenwood... Deep into the eastern woods… A lone Scout from greenwood ran through the woods because he noticed a strange wolf in woods. The lone greenwood scout stopped finally at the sight of massive paw prints in the ground. “It's obvious this is ancient and more powerful”. He said.

“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.

I guess this was a good pop quiz for them, at least. "Cleo!" My panther sighs, her tail flicking back and forth at the far-off sound of someone calling for her. Sounded like Ike. A little while later, I begin to hear footsteps, and the snapping of twigs. "Cleo?" Ike's voice is getting louder now. It wasn't fair, he could feel where I was through the mate bond. He was probably only a hundred feet away now. "Come on Cleo, I can't hunt down you and Nate." My panther rolls her eyes but jumps down from the tree smoothly. She trots away from the border of the pack, her tail swishing back and forth. I wanted to stretch my legs more. Don't worry, I won't keep you tucked away again for so long. I'm h

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

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

"Kyra, look." One of their scouts was leading a patrol that was coming out of the jungle ahead. The scout walked up, his expression serious. "Alpha Kyra, Alpha Damon," was his greeting to them. "We've found something you need to see." The scout led them to a clearing further into the forest, and they followed him.

But I was Luna, and Luna did not ask permission. "We move at dusk," he said. I nodded and fell in line. The patrol moved to the outer border as the sun went down. I kept my eyes on the tree line, my hand near the blade at my hip, my breathing steady. The wolves around me moved in silence, trained and focused. I heard the sound of an animal before I saw anything. I turned, my hand going to my own blade, but the Silverling scout was already there. He came out of the dark fast, faster than I expected, his eyes locked on me.

Everyone looks up when I enter. Kade doesn’t smile. He just nods once. “Close the door,” he says. I do. The click feels louder than it should. He waits until I take the empty chair near Maya before he speaks. “Scouts again,” he says. “Closer this time. Three sets of prints within a mile of the southern perimeter. Same claw pattern Lila identified. Silver Moon.” A low growl rumbles from Darius. He doesn’t say anything, but his knuckles are white around the arm of his chair.

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.