Rebel On Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Welcome aboard mate, the world of your dreams and nightmares is just going to get real. . . . My thoughts are interrupted by a mindlink. And for a second I forgot everything. My third in commands words ringing in my ear as I clench my fist. "Your highness! We found the man who kidnapped the heir!" "Are you sure?" "Yes Alpha! We found the leader of hunters!" "We found Daniel!" And that's when the shit became real. "Restrain him. I am coming" Shifting into my wolf, I run towards the human town, through the forest.

After the second call, the owner of the phone finally answered the call, not saying anything, just waiting for his ‘Puppy’ to speak. “Honeyyyy~~~” an energetic voice occupied the whole car making the person listening smile from ear to ear. “Where are you? I’m readdyyy~~~” The excitement was evident and pure, his tone had a hint of sluttiness and innocence. Inside, Reynolds can't wait to wreck his now golden retriever boyfriend. Even he can't deny to himself the excitement inside his heart. It was making his feet itchy and tickly like thousands of ants climbing from his soles to his thigh and finally to his stomach.

It's been about 20 years since I hit the age of finding my mate, can't let her slip through my fingers now. Funny how I'd normally frown at the concept of ' mates ', a long time ago. I believed them to be a form of weakness. Nolan was a very powerful Alpha. The Alpha who single handedly took on about 12 rouges to save a very scared and truamatized pup. That pup was me. I'd just witnessed the slaughtering of my whole pack. My parents, my little sister and everyone I grew up knowing.

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.

She only remembered about the sinking ship that was still burning when he suddenly looked its way. “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR MEN? FIRE THE NETS! CAPTURE THE ENEMY’S SCOUT! CAPTURE THE REBEL!” Nets came flying by like the moths of an eclipse from multiple directions, they looked like giant spider webs. Needless to say that none of them could begin to even approach Amalthea, the winter wind blew them off, one after the other, right back to the burning ship. The heiress heard her man who was called ‘the president’ as he named her a rebel and an enemy’s scout, she was highly aware of the command he gave his men to attack her.

His eyes were bright and steady, and despite his small frame, he carried the quiet authority of a born Alpha. Father took his hand and announced in a clear, booming voice, "From this day forward, this pup is officially appointed heir of the Azuremoon pack!" Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. I smiled and gently stroked Cayden's fur, my eyes were warm and proud, carrying a smile Theron had never seen. He realized then that I could smile—I'd just never been happy around him. It struck him that Cayden wasn't born a coward. His light had simply been crushed under his indifference.

The briefcase of gold bars lay open at his feet, glinting in the sunlight. His amber eyes tracked every movement the rogue wolf made, noting how he shifted his weight, how his fingers twitched against the trigger. Each time the kidnapper moved the gun against Natalie's temple, Florian's eyes flashed with barely controlled rage. "Stop playing games with me!" the rogue wolf shouted, growing increasingly agitated by Florian's silence. "Hurry up and let your people retreat! I want to get in the car!" He gestured wildly toward the seven-seater vehicle Florian had brought.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

Mom did decide to name her Rebel, so I’m not sure why she thought Rebel wouldn’t be a spitfire. Rebel is close with Rupert, Kai, and me. She’s our little sister, and we spoil her as such. We are the fun older siblings. Rupert was adopted by my parents, especially after his parents sadly passed due to their stubbornness. Unfortunately, Grandpa and Grandma have passed on as well, but at least the four of them are doing well in the afterlife. We visit them when we can.