Realistic Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

of the Crimson Flame Pack, using sound blasts to disorient enemies. The Gamma in charge of recruitment looked up, frowned, and waved them off. "Under eighteens aren't allowed——" His words cut short. Paisley spun and leaped, steel studs on her boot soles sparking against the ground. Her whip lashed out like a living thing, ensnaring a granite target twenty paces away. Her left arm suddenly shifted, gray wolf fur bristling with veins, wolf claws gripping the whip handle tightly. With a muffled roar, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the rock surface. As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy.

Cars graced the road as if they’re just passing ducks. But none of them fail to greet Alpha Cain. Whether it was a nod or a smile or just a blink or a twitch of their brows, they paid their respect to the oh-so-gorgeous Cain Vanerra nonetheless. But those gestures didn’t make me shrink or scowl or feel little. No, I’m used to being often noticed so I’ll just think that I’m some dog being walked by its master—which technically will soon summarize my relationship with Alpha Cain if I ever be chosen as the Blood Dawn Pack’s Alpha’s Pet.

Hank, too, is staring at my momma with lust in his eyes. “Take her to the lineup.” Momma says to the women and I’m pulled away and I act terrified. I know I will be saved, but I have to act scared. I hear a roar and turn my head and I see the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. This must be the Patger. It is pacing nervously in the cage. It’s all black with faint orange stripes underneath. The face is like a tiger. It has amber-green eyes. It looks right at me and I just stare back. This is so wrong.

CM throws Pandora to the ground and shifts into his brown and white wolf Rogue. Pandora looked at her Midnight her father's black Alpha wolf growling before he attacked a wolf. Midnight rips the wolf's head and gives Rogue a death stare. El Rey Alpha Keema’s wolf spits a wolf leg on the ground and sinks his teeth into another wolf’s shoulder, tearing it apart. Shota Paulo's wolf has killed three rogues and eyeing CM when CM's brother Aldis’s wolf Pace jumps on his back. Shota quickly fell backward. Pace loosened his hold and Shota stood up and clawed the wolf's chest. Pace whines until he stops breathing.

My Dad started explaining to me what we planned to do “ Mama and I will shift close to midnight to hopefully encourage your wolf forward…” I nod at him, I cant wait for my wolf to meet my Mum and Dad’s. My Dad’s wolf is big, almost the same size as an Alpha wolf which is unsual, and strong, which is needed for a Beta, he is a deep grey colour, and has deep brown eyes. He was called Pax.

The distinct sound of claws scratching the carpet as they pound through the hallway has my knives ready, but Devlin just stands in the middle of the hallway, eyes locked in the noise's direction with her hands clenched by her sides. She takes a deep breath and unclenches her hands. She shoots a lopsided smile my way before tipping her chin as she prepares herself for what's to come. A rough-looking mutt prowls around the corner with its sights set on Devlin. She hasn’t moved a muscle, but this light brown wolf that’s no taller than her waist isn’t what I pictured the future Alpha of the pack looking like. He moves closer to us with his head down and his teeth bared. He’s still larger than an

"What's with the masks, anyway?" Mary's eyes glittered behind her own feathered creation. "That's the fun part. Everyone's anonymous. You could be dancing next to the mayor or making out with a movie star, and you'd never know." I snorted. "Yeah, because that happens to environmental engineers all the time." As we inched closer to the entrance, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The back door opened, and a man stepped out – tall, broad-shouldered, exuding an aura of barely contained power. Even with half his face hidden behind a simple black mask, there was something familiar about him.

“I did nothi-ing, h-hik, I-I forgot everything and was locked up in some shallow space all decorated with stones. After everything their ancestor did to me, a beautiful prison is what they built as an apology! A BEAUTIFUL PRISON! “All I knew was that I had to sit there all day eating and doing nothing, only escaping once in a while, and even if I was being used I had to as it was my only entertainment. Even until I was branded, all I regretted was how no one came anymore until… he came. “He knew what I wanted, he promised to humor me if I followed him and I did… hik, then I meet you… hik… I can’t even tell you how much I like you waahhh!!!” Childish and high-pitched like a little girl’s, Paw

And it certainly didn't make an actual Alpha wolf, especially one the size of Trajan, just vanish. Patrick, suddenly interested in their performance, began bargaining with Colm. He'd be permitted out to run a few times a week if he did well enough to peak their father's interest. If their lessons with dad went well, Patrick even hinted he would attend the extra practices occasionally. While potentially making the future Alpha angry was not something Colm felt was a great idea, especially since he was pretty sure Trajan could snap their necks as easily as he breathed, this small offer of freedom eased the pain on his soul from their weak bond.

"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.