Paw Patrol Sylvia Novels & Stories

" Sylvia was a pro at manipulation and gaslighting. As tears streamed down her face, she truly looked like a wronged saint. In a cold and steady voice, I said, "What if I produce evidence?"

“No, please, do not do this!” “This time,” Sylvia hissed, pulling on a long black glove. In her other hand, she held a small glass vial filled with a dark liquid. The sharp, ugly stench of wolfsbane hit my nose like a punch to the gut. “I will make sure it leaves a scar. The horse whip was too kind.” “Please do not!” I cried, the tears streaming down my face without my permission. Just as Sylvia stepped forward, a deep, thunderous voice rang through the courtyard, shaking the very air.

Showing pure disgust, he said, “Why will I do that?” “Tch! I was just complimenting the place and you, alright?” Sylvia then rolled up her pants and sat on a rock before dipping her leg inside the stream of water while her eyes were on the waterfall. This was her first time seeing one in reality. Then, her eyes fell on the water, and she could see the small fish swimming past. Blake sat down beside her. “How did you find this place?” Sylvia questioned as she plucked some flowers and started to play with them.

Even without the fences, those towering walls would have been insurmountable for someone like her, who was used to decades of comfort. Cynthia's brow furrowed tighter. Just then, Sylvia's phone buzzed. It was Sawyer calling. She picked it up calmly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll come find you when I get bored. Focus on your own stuff for now." Sawyer said something on the other end, and Sylvia replied, "Okay. I'll take care of myself." Cynthia's gaze locked on the phone. So, Sylvia really did have a phone. How was that even allowed?

I can feel Zach, Tobias, and Mateo's eyes on me; I lean back in the chair, folding my arms across my chest in the hopes that if I squeeze tight enough, it will lessen the pain gripping my heart and ask, “Do you know where they went?” Sylvia's lips tug up in a small smile as she says, “Of course I do; wait here while I get a pen and paper so I can draw you a map.” I reach over and grab her hand, “We don't need a map, Sylvia; you are coming with us.” Sylvia huffs, “I can't come, Tyler; my legs won't make it, sweetheart.” I give a half-assed shrug, still holding her hand in mine, and say,

Trusting. The monitor continued its steady rhythm. After Aria drifted back to sleep, Sienna stepped away from the bed. “You can’t make promises like that,” she whispered sharply. “I just did.” “You don’t know what Sylvia is capable of.” “I do.” I know exactly what she’s capable of. Sylvia doesn’t scream. She documents. She doesn’t threaten. She prepares. “She wanted us to panic,” I said slowly. “That smile wasn’t anger. It was strategy.”

Goddess knew why she clung to the stereotype that a male wolf would be interested in a vulnerable she-wolf. When I remained silent, Sylvia turned and looked at me. “No offense, but you’re too thin and gaunt.” She shook her head and grumbled. “You look you’ve been unfed since last century.” Now I could see where Cole got his sometimes-vicious tongue. But I held mine. “So, what’s the plan now?” I asked, keeping my voice low. Sylvia shushed me, her gaze fixed on the patrol ahead as the guard strode past. When he was far enough from view, she opened her bag and pulled out a coiled rope. The fiber looked thick and sturdy.

“Sylvia is the one truly fit for the role of Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. She has a strong wolf and has been trained to carry herself like a Luna since she was a child. Unlike Sophia.” My breath caught, but I didn’t flinch. Damon’s hand twitched in mine, his entire body tense beside me, but he still didn’t speak,honoring the silent promise we shared moments ago. Sylvia, who had been quiet until now, simply sat there,smiling. A slow, deliberate smile that made my stomach turn. She tilted her head and stared at Damon with a look that could only be described as desperate seduction. Like a woman used to getting what she wanted.

It was Sylvia. Zavion had looked through the CCTVs and just like we had all suspected, the abductor was none other than Sylvia. He showed me the footage on his phone. My heart contorted with pain as I saw her taking Penny away in the footage. My child was all smiley and happy as Sylvia tactically steered her off. Nobody questioned or stopped her as they knew she was Ron's mate- a family.

She gave her a slight tap on the shoulder with an approving nod and stepped out. Poor girl! Luna thought. She must have not yet gotten over the loss of her dad. Sylvia shifted to the counter and positioned her hands on the table. She began to take deep breaths. Get a grip on yourself Sylvie she told herself. Be brave! A fact about Sylvia was that she was not adequate at masking her emotions. Whether it was fear, anxiety, or guilt. Somehow, her demeanor always communicated it.