Paw Patrol Snow Pup Novels & Stories

“Just remember, we keep our magic locked up tight. Always.” “Okay, Mommy. I promise to be careful.” I smiled at him, gently ruffling his hair as I stood up, a lingering tremor in my knees. “I know, my little pup. I know.” I looked over and noticed Snow cradling the unfinished wooden wolf in both hands, turning it slowly, studying every groove with the careful seriousness only a five-year-old can manage. “Mommy, this is not complete yet, right?” she asked, tilting her head.

Retracting my claws, I tried to pull the pup into my arms but noticed that the pup was holding onto something and that’s when I saw the pup’s hands wrapped in long hair. Ripping more of the canvas back I see a familiar she wolf that I recognize from seeing Willow with, and I believe her name is Anna.

he asked. I thought for a moment and nodded. He stood up and pulled me into his arms. He smelled like pine and frost. “Never mind,” he said. “It would be a waste to throw them. Let us give them to the pups in the territory.” When spring came, Ronan pointed at a new image on the phone and laughed, asking me to look. In the picture, the pups of the territory were holding those old things and smiling with their new canine teeth showing. Outside the window, the first snow of the year landed on the wooden frame.

"A celestial messenger, perhaps? Or a guardian of the moonlit secrets?" The pup, as if understanding her words, nuzzled against Georgia's hand with an affectionate whimper. Maximus, his stern expression softening, joined them, his fingers brushing the pup's fur. "An unexpected companion, but one that brings a certain charm to our moonlit gathering." As they observed the pup, a realization dawned upon them. Its fur, a blend of silver and obsidian, mirrored the colors of both their packs—Veron and Dracula. It was a living embodiment of the alliance forged under the moonlit sky.

My paws crossed over the snow, soft and light. Christians weight suddenly falls onto his left side too much as his paw disappears into snow deeper then he'd expected. I spring forward swiftly. My paws seize his lower back as I shove him into the snow. Ice flicks onto my face and fills my mouth as I nip at Christians snow covered hind. A jaw closes on my tail, not enough to hurt but enough to make me flinch. I release Christian backside and whine at him playfully until he frees my tail. We lay in the snow, covered in a dusting of snow, the top half of my body lying on Christian's backside. Christian lays his head on my flank, looking up at me with playful eyes.

She could feel the frozen snow and undergrowth on the soles of her feet and yet her steps were fleeting and light as if she were floating. Only it wasn't her feet. She had paws. Four giant paws that danced across the snow. Her nose picked up the scent of freezing air, wet earth and a bobcat that had passed this way hours before. Her maw opened to drag air into her heaving lungs as her canines peeked out from her jaw.

If she moved, she would kill her. Another shadow frowned at her packmate’s cowardice and charged at Snow. Her claws were mid-air when Snow slashed her belly, she stumbled backward with a cry. Three, four, five wolves came at her. But within seconds, each of them was down, injured and groaning in pain. Except the one who had backed off. He stared into Snow’s eyes, whimpering softly. An Omega, Snow realized. Her claws retracted. Her expression softened, and she gave the wolf a small smile.

She grabbed Bailey's finger and giggled at her and I felt my heart melt. Suddenly she sneezed and there was a gasp in the crowd. I looked down and was now holding a black wolf pup with beautiful golden eyes. She had shifted for the first time and was a stunning replica of Zane. I was proud to have her. I was proud to have Bailey. Truly, everything was perfect.

Kai said confidently. Jaxson has to follow Kai, but he keeps talking about the same thing. "The question is why the alpha makes such outrageous claims. When dealing with wolves, we all know how difficult it can be to maintain order. And what about Lyca, who is female and appears delicate? For her sake, I hope nothing but harm comes to her..." Jaxson, the youngest, refuses to acknowledge Xavier's favoritism toward Snow. That's why he kept kicking at a rock in his way. The sound of the stone striking the wall alerted Xavier to the approach of an intruder.

A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs. "Tristan!" Shunee screamed and sprinted to him instantly glowing casting an orb of protection over the injured Royal. "MATE!" Rex’s wolf bounded to his side, but bounced off Shunee's orb. Not liking being kept apart from Tristan even for healing, so he paced a circle around him and the beta, waiting for his mate to wake up. The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down.