Paw Patrol Sylvia Novels & Stories

MAYA'S POV My capabilities were limited, so all I could do was stand on the side and watch as Travis' men joined in the fray; even Sylvia had engaged in the fight, landing a hard blow on one wolf out of the two that had cornered Julian. The rogues were more in number than we expected and each of them looked to be quite strong. Sylvia's movements were mesmerizing, her body fast and nimble yet graceful like a river swan, but right now, her expression was far from that of a swan.

She came closer to the tree that I am sitting up against and breathing. Hello there, it looks like you're going to give birth to your pups soon. My name is Sylvia, and I was walking along and heard you screaming, I just growled at her because she was a witch. Oh, I am not going to hurt you, just going to help you. I have two pups and they are girls. Some witches tend to be good or evil, but I wasn't sure about this one, she didn't seem good or evil.

After settling down, Sylvia brought the kids and Aunt Tonya to Madam Carter’s room. Violet and Sebastian followed as well. The spacious room got lively for the first time. They were happy that Sylvia came back. They sat down and Aunt Tonya started asking, “Syl, tell me what happened to you in the past four months!” Sylvia knew they were curious, so she briefly explained, “After I fell into the lake, one of my old friends saved me and brought me to Coastrock City to heal. When I felt better, I returned to Westchester City and contacted Sherry and Violet.”

I welcomed the peace even though I knew that it was all an illusion. The silence of the forest was a relief. But it didn’t last. Suddenly, I heard low voices, hushed but urgent somewhere in the trees. I paused, tilting my head slightly to listen. I heard another voice, this one was breathier and more desperate. What's going on? Frowning, I followed the sound. Careful to keep my footsteps light and silent as I moved through the snow and trees. Then I saw them. Sylvia and a guard. She was pinned against a tree, her body tangled with the patrol guard. His hand was gripping her waist, his mouth on her neck and her arms wrapped around his neck.

She retort and smirked too. Peanut..you're so bold.. Zach commented and she fumed. Am not a peanut. Sylvia said calmly. Roxanne stood still, watching the two talkative whine their mouth. Can we go now? Please? She yelled with her hands up. Ohh..yeah, the party. Zach said, and blinked his eyes. Hmph. Sylvia scoffed and walked to th car. *************** Wow..this place is amazing. Sylvia said as they all got down from the car.

Her voice was high-pitched. " Hello" Chase responded laconically. Sylvia frowned slightly, exchanging looks with Ron. Ron shook his head at her telling her not to worry. " It's nice to finally meet you Chase" Sylvia said, smiling again. " My daughter has been so eager to meet you. Where is she?" Sylvia began looking around and then her eyes lit up, " There she is" she waved her hand at someone, her smile wide. Chase followed her eyes and as his eyes fell on her, his wolf roared in his mind.

In fact, she maintained her speed, for time was her enemy today – more than anything else. As the shaking of the ground she was running tripled, Sylvia the Angry used the pile of corpses in her way by using it to increase her momentum. The moment she reached the top of the three-meter pile, she jumped. On cue, the ground of what used to be the arena’s stage cracked open and her familiar roared its presence. Her gryphon, a gigantic beast which was part lion and part hawk, immerged from the ground. As her body freefall, her familiar caught her on time. Now, Sylvia was now riding her gryphon which switched from running to flying the next second.

"I noticed you're still busy working, so I made you some pastries. I'm not sure if they're to your taste." Sylvia was a middle-aged woman, but she had taken excellent care of her skin, so she looked to be in her early thirties at most. She had a gentle expression and the unique charm of a woman from Jadence. She had seductive, foxy eyes which Forrest had inherited. The arrival of Sylvia made the unsettling atmosphere even more tense. Ethan never hid his hatred toward her. "Who let you in? Get out!" Sylvia did not lash back at Ethan. Instead, she tenderly said, "Did Forrest do something wrong again? Forrest, kneel down and apologize to your brother, quick."

“It’s not ours. I was just taking him for a walk. He’s the biggest fluff ball ever right? Looks mean but is a total softy.” As if to prove her point the dog licked her face, wiping half her make-up off. Sylvia giggled. And my frown deepened. Since when was Sylvia ok with dogs licking off her perfectly applied make-up? What the hell was going on? It was like the world had gone crazy. “Whose dog is that, Sylvia?” Her eyes flicked upwards to meet mine. “Gypsy's. I should probably tell her so she can have him checked out with the vet.”

Sylvia was seen sitting alone in the woods behind the palace. She looked like she was thinking about something which is making her unhappy. "Hey, you, why are you hiding here? Don't tell me you are scared that I would kick your butt in training tomorrow." Adolf jumped down from the branch of the tree under which Sylvia was sitting. "You.." Sylvia is startled. But she didn't feel like arguing with him. She just wants to be alone. She huffed and stood up to her feet to leave.