Paw Patrol Wheeler Novels & Stories

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but it was more of a forest scent than anything else. "A patrol is coming," Wildheart murmured. "Be on your guard." Sprucepaw watched carefully as three cats stepped forward. Sure enough Wildheart was right about the patrol. A ginger-brown tom with tabby markings was the first to glare at Wildheart. Beside him was an older looking apprentice-aged cat. Her tortoiseshell fur was bristling with annoyance when she spotted Sprucepaw. Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes.

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

I just wish I got to ride her more often than I do. I rev the engine, smiling as I feel the powerful vibrations rumbling underneath me and I take off out of the garage. As I emerge from the false bright overheads of the garage into the darkness of predawn, I pop a wheelie then head for the pack gates. The orphan pups on their way to the packhouse for breakfast see me coming. They run to the edge of the road, waving, and laughing. I pop another wheelie to give them a thrill as I go by and they go wild, making me genuinely smile. I love pups and the ease of amusing them. I pick up speed as I near the front gate that is already sitting open for me. I accelerate again and peel out of the gate. M

Nymeria takes three hesitant steps before squeaking out another petite Pomsky puppy bark. “She’s telling you she is in control and this is her yard,” I inform. I already observe a sassy, alpha demeanor in my cuddly fur baby. As Jackson nears even closer, Nymeria squeaks out three barks. Her front paws hop off the grass with each bark. Jackson pauses, and she sits. Fighting the urge to pee, I cannot take this drawn-out introduction. I scoop up Nymeria and hand her to Jackson as I quickly scurry to the bathroom.

The girl in white hesitated for a moment before sitting next to me. I took a quick glance at her. Her skin was fair, but her ears were turning red—probably from nervousness. "So, what are two young girls like you doing out here on the Sunset Highway? It's not safe here," Eric started chatting with the girl in black. "Are there wild animals or bad guys here?" she asked. "Both." "Oh, no! Are you two bad guys?" she teased. "Do we look like it?" "Not really, but if we run into bad guys, you'll protect us, right?"

Cooper sat up and quit barking. Helen slowly stood up. I made my way down the steps and sprinted across the yard. Lyle stood near my truck, which was parked close to the shed. “River,” I called. I was nervous because I didn't recognize the vehicle. River came out with the four-wheeler. The four-wheeler was running. River killed it when he saw the Explorer that was coming up the driveway. River walked over to me and grabbed Lyle, and stood in front of me protectively.

Khyle nearly startled when the fat panther suddenly broke the silence. "Yer a difficult motherfucker, you know that? Can't you just take a compliment?" Like two bears with the same sore tail, they stomped their way down the sidewalk that led to the underground parking where Khyle's car lay in wait. For his part, Gunner was wondering furiously why he'd been so eager to see him again, and then, oddly, why he'd agreed to let Khyle have the wheel today in the first place. "Yeah. I can," Khyle droned back. "When I get one." Gunner wanted to jam his hands deep into his coat pockets, keeping stretched white knuckles safely out of reach of his infuriating partner.

He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he had the support and loyalty of his pack behind him. The sun cast its warm rays upon the Lunar Pack's grounds, illuminating the bustling activity within. Thane, now fully recovered, walked among his pack members, his strides confident and strong. The wheelchair, once a constant companion, was now a relic of the past, a reminder of the trials he had overcome.

"I just pretended it did. And luckily, the portable fire pump dad gave me was still in the car." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. It came in handy because I didn't know if I could've survived all that." Roman lost his train of thought, eying the Panther stalking toward us cautiously and aiming the hose at him. "No." I placed my hand over him, lowering the hose. "Don't worry; he's one of the good guys." Malcolm's growl then became a groan as he shifted back into his human form. Roman dropped the hose and stumbled backward, shaking his head at me in disbelief.

“Of course I’m happy. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I’m only confused because my thoughts were so strong. I could hear that you’re my-“ I was cut off as Vincent Dawn, Alpha of my old pack Twilight Village ran up to our table. “Are you out of your mind, son?!” He asked Shaun in a loud and threatening whisper. With a side eye of Shaun’s sister, he lowered his voice more. “You should have taken my daughter Winnie as your Luna! What are you going to do with a common she-wolf?” Shaun furrowed his brows. “Excite how you speak to me.”