Paw Patrol Werepuppy Novels & Stories

I intended to show them the pack lands, but he has started pacing in my head, practically desperate to hunt her. I toss Piper a towel and a bottle of water. “You are incredible, my mate,” I say, kissing her. “Thank you,” she says, grinning. Her face is flushed but her eyes are bright and she looks happy. Very happy. It makes me happy. “Excuse me, Luna?” I look down to see the young pup who is tapping on Piper’s thigh. “Carrie-Ann, don’t bother Alpha Piper,” her mother says walking over. “It’s no bother,” Piper says, crouching down in front of the pup. She’s only four. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

BELLA "Red! Don't run, Red!" I shouted into the mist. A dirty little puppy with beautiful red eyes burst out of the bushes. It barked happily, its tail wagging like a metronome on fast. It bounded toward me with pure joy. I laughed and opened my arms. I crouched down, ready to catch him and feel that familiar, fluffy warmth. But the moment he leaped onto me, the weight changed. It was heavy. Crushing.

, he says snapping. “What do you want? I would understand if this was the king but you're not the king and your opinion on this matter doesn’t matter to me.”, she says calmly. “You make me sick.”, he states. “Likewise.”, I say under my breath. Faye gets up and heads back to our area, taking notice of the werepup, their fur is a blend between dark brown and black; ⁑ “Do you think it could be someone’s pup?”, Zaff asks.⁑

Chase grumbled with mild curiosity. "This is Chase. He is a German Shepherd puppy and the second member of the PAW Patrol." "Really?" His voice trailed off, clearly impressed. "Well, that's pretty nice.I have a dog, a real dog; his name is Ruru." "Woah! Really, Mr. Johnson?" "Yes." Tommy smiled, proud of his toy. "But mommy hates real dogs, but Chase here is a police and traffic cop dog and a super spy police dog." As they chatted, Amaya beat harder than ever. She tried to keep Tommy away from Chase, but the man kneeled down and took to her son like they were longtime buddies.

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

Thunking and sharp barks responded before Lya opened the door. “Hi!” she chirped. I looked down at her arms where a puppy with the largest floppiest ears was trying to wiggle out. “You got a familiar?” I asked cautiously. Werewolves weren’t ones for pets. Lya looked down at the dog. “What? No, this is my puppy. It’s just a normal dog?” I laughed, forgetting how new she was to these things. “If it’s happy with you, it isn’t a normal dog. You’re the apex predator, remember?”

Everybody melts in simultaneous utterances of aww. “We heard it barking inside your room a few minutes before you arrived,” Mrs. Lapuz says. “It was as though it knew you were coming.” Kate picks up the robo-puppy, kisses it on the snout and hugs it. “Thank you, Ecto,” she whispers in its ear. Pew pew pew. ****

“It does. Now before I begin I want you all to listen. Listen carefully to what I’m about to play.” Suddenly curious as to what it could be do each of us listen. Tori still blushing even as he moves to press a button. A low whooshing sound soon filling the air. Our wolves practically dancing. ‘PUPS! PUPS’ exclaims Hyde. Hyde the first one to speak. My eyes instantly on Tori. My voice a tad shaky when speaking. “Is that…. Are those our pups?” At the mention of pups do Jake, Zak and Alex all look to Tori as well. Their eyes now dancing with love and excitement. Tori quick in nodding his head.

She threw herself into my lap, smelling of grass and sunshine. ‎ ‎"Mama! Did you see? I flew!" ‎ ‎"I saw," I smiled, smoothing her hair. "You're a bird." ‎ ‎"I'm a wolf!" she corrected fiercely, baring tiny, human teeth. "Grr!" ‎ ‎"Terrifying," I agreed. ‎ ‎A rustling in the bushes drew our attention. ‎ ‎A small, silver shape tumbled out of the rhododendrons. ‎ ‎It was a pup. Tiny, clumsy, and covered in soft, metallic silver fur. It tripped over its own paws and rolled onto the grass, letting out a high-pitched yip of frustration.

I closed my eyes tightly and waited for Archer to get back. "Close your eyes.." Archer said from a far "I am babe" "Now turn around and open your eyes" He said and I turned my body first before opening my eyes.. What? No way! "His name is Apollo North!" Archer said and it's a Alaskan Malamute puppy. I squealed and ran to it. I can't help but hug it tightly. He's so cute with the grey pattern on his body and eyes "Do you like it?" "I LOVE IT.. and wait.. Why Apollo North? I mean Apollo is fine but why the North?" I asked and he chuckled