Paw Patrol Skye Fly Novels & Stories

My eyes, still bronze, caught the dull light of the sky, but behind them, a deep, silent fire was burning. "I am Skye," I said, my voice quiet, but carrying the weight of the mountain beneath our feet. "And I don't yield."

Sapphire's parents are in another country that's why she is very carefree in all her moves. After cleaning ourselves I treated Skye’s wounds. We stretched out on the bed afterwards. We were crammed into a one bed even though there were many rooms in that house. We were quickly knocked down because of drowsiness but after a short time, I felt the bed shake as if someone had stood up from there. I opened my one eye to peek at who stood up, none other than Skye. Maybe she just woke up because of the sound of her cellphone. She tapped something on the screen and later it rang again.

Eira was slightly disappointed and sad when she realized Kayson did not put much thought into it. It was at this time that Skye stood up. All the muscles in his body were slightly pumped up and ripped, and he seemed to be full of energy. He couldn’t really hide the excitement that emanated from his eyes. To him, being healed was like getting back his life. “Mr. Kayson! I, Skye Draco, will be at your service from today onwards!” Kayson smiled. “Uncle Draco, there is no need to be so serious about it.”

I said, my voice tight. "I know." Zeviar floored the accelerator. The G-Wagon surged forward, and the wolves on the flanks scrambled to keep up. Some fell back, others held their ground, the formation refusing to break, no matter the speed. "Sky… what's she got?" He was looking at me, waiting for me to relay anything useful from Sky.

The bag had been with him for years, and I knew every compartment better than he did. When I unzipped the innermost pocket, my fingers brushed a small velvet box. It wasn't his. Inside was a custom solo wings pin, with an engraving on the back. "For Lark's first solo." Beneath the words was a date. Three days ago. Under the pin sat a flight school tuition receipt. The payer was Ethan. The student was Skyler Hayes. Below that was a printed photograph. Skyler was in the left seat of a small training aircraft, her hand on the control yoke. Ethan sat on the right, his black-gloved hand resting over hers, his head tilted slightly toward her.

Because Jayde had carried Kyra when they left Cinderville, Sage agreed to carry her on his back this time. He was surprised to know that Kyra could not fly like them, but could only leap up to the air, without wings. That means she couldn’t travel in the air. She can only walk, but that would take hours and even, days. Kyra got on his back and they set off to Pollypel. “Jade,” Kyra called and Jayde turned his head to look at her. He and Sage are flying side by side and Kyra could see the vast sea spread out below them. “Tell me about Pollypel,” she said.

Skye giggled as she looked at her mother and father standing at the car, waiting for her. "I love you both!" Skye said as she hugged Gemma and Grant and got into the car. "Are we all ready?" Grant asked as he made sure that Skye was strapped in. "Ready." Gemma said as she climbed into the front seat. "Ready. I want to go and visit your horses again, please, Daddy." "Anytime, baby girl, as soon as we get home, you can go to them."

I shook snow from my pelt and stretched my body out again, cracking my spine. Moments later, Skye emerged in human form, squinting in the sudden blinding light. He wrapped his arms around his middle and shivered. "Fuck its cold.” He grumbled. “Let me see your paws." Skye began tearing strips off his shirt and gave me a pointed look when I huffed at him. "Kendra, your paws are bleeding. You can't just expect me to not treat them." I huffed but lay down so that Skye could tie the makeshift bandages to my feet.

"Eat properly. Stop staring like that." She picked up her phone and walked to the balcony. After a moment's hesitation, she dialed Preston. "Preston, I need to fly to Demerra this afternoon. The NewTech equipment failed-it's my responsibility. Keep things running here for me." "Don't worry, Skye. I'll arrange your flight and take care of Moa and Koa." "Thanks. I'll be back within three days." Just as she hung up and turned- She saw two little heads pressed against the glass door.

Her voice slid into my thoughts as if it had always been there, waiting. I didn’t hesitate. My paws shifted against the wooden floor and before I even thought about it, we leapt through the small attic window and landed on the grass below. The cool blades bent under our weight but didn’t break. We ran straight for the tree line, the forest opening up ahead of us. The moonlight poured down like water, blessing our fur as we ran. “I’ve watched you grow up, Skye,” Lyra said as we bounded between the trees, her voice still inside me, calm but strong. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. I will protect you now that I am here.”