Roxi Paw Patrol 소설 & 이야기

Wren squeaks. "I don't like him at all," she says, hugging Vic tightly. Red stares at Roxy for an awkwardly long minute and then he stands next to her. "Alright! This is weird. I'm going to get Kyrah's jacket so that he can smell it," Roxy says. "Good idea," Kye and I say in unison. When Roxy comes back, she let's the dog smell the jacket and he growls. "Uhm, will he be on a leash?" Wren asks.

They are thinking if their Lord was captivated by the beauty of the box that's why he help her. On the other side, Vic and Marlon was returning their sword on its sheath. "Damn, this fox guy is a pain in the ass. The girl was already far away from here". Marlon Grumpily said Vic suddenly look to the direction where Roxy had run. "Don't worry Marlon, she can't run that far. The direction where she is heading to, is the territory of human. She know her ends, if she run on that place. Beside, she also lacked of stamina to run anymore, so she is probably resting somewhere on the way she pass through".

“Paxton is a fairy, and his power color is purple. That's why his hair and eyes are usually purple. All of his magic is purple, like his portal. Pax has this thing where when he gets too excited, his powers kinda explode out of him in this quick burst of purple sparkles, and it covers everything in its vicinity. Your room would be covered from top to bottom in purple sparkles, and it would be a pain to clean up. It sticks to everything!” Art said, and the Omega's blush deepened. He made an adorable noise that sounded similar to a puppy whining as he covered his face. “Oh, I'm sorry! I love your sudden sparkle bursts?” Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms.

Even her name felt like a punch to the gut. "Well, well. Running away from a little vet?" Roxy's voice cut through his spiral. She was leaning against her cherry-red Harley, looking like sin in leather pants and a cropped Iron Fangs cut that showed off her toned midriff. "That's not like you, baby." He glared at her. The endearment felt wrong now, like ash in his mouth. "What are you doing here, Rox?" She feigned innocence but the bitch was anything but innocent. She was always up Blaze's ass and didn't hide she wanted him as her chosen.

Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears. “Uh, perhaps you should let me take over, Miss Justice,” I said, clearing my throat, trying to move her away from the table. “But why?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. “Just a safety precaution with Titus being a pit and all.” “Dr. Parker, he’s a puppy, and I’m fine. Please be seated,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sighed but returned to my stool in the corner of the room and watched him flirt with Zoe while she examined the puppy.

I often wondered how my father was able to tame Knight. He said it took years of practice, but my wolf is more stubborn than his. I see Alex more like Kaira, my mother's wolf. She is impulsive to date, no matter how my mother tries to mask it. Kaira is the most impatient wolf I have ever met, followed by Aurora, Aunty Amelia's wolf. I wondered if Onyx was like that, too. Most of the wolves I know aren't tamed; they have just been through so much that they have had to grow up.

I felt a wave of power and understanding pass through me, as if he were trying to communicate in some way, and I felt an inexplicable connection with that wolf. "ROXY... My name is Roxy. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Eleanor. For a long time, they tried to keep us apart, but I survived, just like you!" Her soft voice resonated in my mind, and I almost stumbled again, surprised. How did she know my name? Her paws were injured and her fur, dirty and matted, indicated that she had been imprisoned in that filthy cave for a long time, without light, water, or food. I approached slowly, touching her nose and stroking her fur, which despite being dirty, was incredibly soft.

And just like that, I know I'm at risk of falling for her all over again. Fuck. "That you are, my boy. How about we watch some TV together, buddy?" I ask, pressing a kiss to the side of his head when he agrees with a very exuberant nod. Hand in hand we walk to the living room and settle onto the couch. "So what's your favorite show, bud? Who is your favorite character?" His eyes light up, and he yells "Paw Patrol! I want to be just like Chase the police pup! He's a police and he makes sure everyone stays safe," he proclaims proudly.

Cleo's house was surrounded by witches in black robes, chanting with their hands in the air. "I smell smoke." Malcolm said, sniffing the air around us. "Oh, no!" Ms. Cleo grabbed my arm, leading me to the back of the house to a back window, but witches were surrounding the entire perimeter. "Damn it. We are trapped." "Not for long," Malcolm said, transforming into his panther form. He launched off the front porch, instantly knocking two witches to the ground. When they got back up, Malcolm was already on top of them. He bit one witch in the neck and threw her at another witch. The other two witches turned on him but were quickly dispatched by Ms. Cleo's spells.