Paw Patrol Tuck Novels & Stories

Pom Pom: "No, it is my paws not a handkerchief! Also my paw is white if I wave a white handkerchief that means I surrender or admit defeat! Not happening! How can a proud op beast like me admit defeat!" Su Lan: "Hah, I would think a white fluff ball waving a white handkerchief would look much cuter..."

Eventually, his heavy steps sounded on the stairs, and with eagerness, he set the vial in my hand. Relief crashed through me. I’d get this to the doctor, and my mate would be healed. But first… My gaze fell on Bert, “scratch her.” Lucy cried out as Bert’s wolfish form morphed into existence and slashed Lucy’s tanned arm, a deep wound bleeding.

Is that even sanitary? And do you get, like, a thick scar on the inside of your hand from slicing the same area over and over? Or… But I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ford cleared his throat before announcing loudly and proudly, “I present my mate, Luna Nivia of the Night Claw pack!” Cutiepie. It took me a second to feel it. The link snapping with my family and then the new links forming with everyone here. ‘Are you alright, darling?’ I could hear Ford in my mind.

Teuf opened his eye from where he lay at their feet and seemed to grin before closing it again. “Ate a tire.” “Off a bulldozer. And two patrol cars. A couple of magazines, not the paper kind. Training equipment. You know those suits that we wear while training them to bite? He ate one.” Wyatt started laughing. “What you’re saying is don’t leave him alone with tires.” “He was acting out,” she said, debating how much of the next part she should tell.

Cowards. “What did you say?” Pa’s voice dropped low, almost a growl. His body began to shift. Hair sprouted along his arms and chest, bones cracking audibly as his form morphed. His claws elongated, his face contorted, and his nose flattened into that of a wolf. “Wait!” Doctor Patricia’s voice rang out, sharp and urgent. She stepped forward, holding Pa’s attention before he could fully shift. “There must be something I overlooked,” she said quickly. “Perhaps the environment affected the results. Let me take the blood samples back to the lab and redo the test under controlled conditions. Then, I will return in three days with the verified results.”

he said as he scratched the back of his blond hair. Patty looked at them. “What?” she said with her mouth full. Williamson’s face was contorted. “Okay. Just answer one thing. Did you put something on or did you take something off?” Carter chuckled. Rufus stood in front of them waiting to be petted. “Ha . . . ha . . . ha,” Patty mimicked. “Last time I checked this was my house. I can wear whatever I please.” Carter gave Rufus a good scratch behind his ear.

Apparently, Paw's transformation to any race was a draining act that took him days to recover which was why his mark had appeared. Before he had successfully copied Genad's power amidst a little which was why it could hide its tattoo but now that he was drained he couldn't use his magic to even as much change form which meant he was stuck in his furry form for a while. 'Not that I mind.' Paws once more clenched Feral's pants by his teeth and once more pulled at the brunette. Finally giving up on cautioning the naughty cat, Feral simply followed it until they reached their destination- a small wooden door.

"Pumpkin! Poochie! Snuggle wuggle time!" They caught the pounding of paws, and in a moment, they tore in through the backyard, tongues lolling and blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. The kids giggled as the animals nearly bowled them over with their rush, wagging tails whipping at a crazy pace and woofing audibly with excitement at getting to cuddle time. "Pumpkin? Poochie? Snuggle wuggles? What the hell, KYOLINE?" ISAAC gritted out. "A such liar, Valentino," she said. "Guard dogs? No way. These two were merely two huge furbabies, and they would not harm a fly. Wasn't that right, her fluffy boys?" she asked as she came down to their level and used that special cooing tone she reserved just fo