Scout Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

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.

My eyes narrowed at the patrol guy that stood in front of me, swear cascading down the side of his temple. “Report?” I barked. “What is it?” “The scouts have returned from the eastern border.” My ears perked up at his words, while he took a few seconds to catch his breath. “They found tracks. They're fresh and obviously belongs to rogues. They were also trying to hide and set up a camp of some sort in the bushes, but we caught a scent.” “Whose scent?” I stiffened. “Did you recognize it?” “Its unfamiliar.” He hesitated. “But we feel like that's not all. The scent might be a decoy to throw us off….”

Alpha Arthur told one of the Scouts. "All right, Alpha Arthur, what information do you need? Or what should I do other than follow them?" the Scout asked. Alpha Arthur then explained the scout's job, which was to take pictures of them when they were at the Hola Bella Bar. Then eavesdrop on their conversation. "Make sure your cover isn't blown!" Alpha Arthur advised the scout. The scout nodded and went about his business. A few hours later, the scout arrived at the Hola Bella Bar. He wandered around looking for Elena, Sofia, and Hailey. He sat in front of the bartender's table and ordered a drink, not stopping to look around.

He lounges like he doesn’t have a care in the world, sipping on a drink like there aren’t thirty bodies strewn across his lawn. “Alpha King Ethan, we are ready,” Scout James, the scout who was in charge of this pack’s reconnaissance, says. He crouches beside me, looking out from under the brush we’re hiding behind. Nodding, I motion for the two groups to split. Maximus takes the lead of group one, darting toward the unsuspecting Whiteclaw Pack. Shouts and sounds of surprise rise from the men who were roaming the front lawn, and my small group makes the best of the distraction.

“What symbol?” The scout hesitated, then said, “A broken flame. Carved into leather.” My breath caught. Kael. It had to be. Draven exchanged a glance with me, his jaw set. “Get every patrol leader in position,” he said. “And prepare the eastern defenses. Quietly. No full alarm unless they breach.” The scout nodded and ran. Auren looked at both of us, sensing the shift in the air. “What’s happening?” I knelt and brushed the hair back from his face.

He waved his arms frantically, pointing toward the gates. "Mama! Papa! Uncle Rowan is here! And Sora!" I looked toward the main drive. A small caravan was winding its way up the mountain path. At the front, riding a massive gray wolf-dog, was Rowan. He looked strong, his Blueclaw cloak billowing behind him. Beside him, Sora was lead-walking a group of young Ghost Pack scouts, her bone spear still tucked across her back like a permanent limb. "The family is back together," Killian said, a genuine warmth in his voice.

“Yes they are, do you want any left out for yourself?” I hugged the bride to be. Sarah had met Scott when he was at Summer Paw for a delegation meeting between the two last year. Her bubbly attitude pared well with Alpha Scott’s serious nature, making him more relaxed around his pack. She had quickly warmed her way into the pack with her joyous nature, but she also had a keen sense of what her pack duties would be as a Luna.

I think the patrol may have gotten the situation under control. The kids park comes in my vision and my footsteps fasten. Please be safe Elora! Please be safe. I enter the deserted place to find no one there. Fear entering my insides...what if...what if something happened to her. "Elora!" I scream in desperation. Not caring about the rogues. Making my voice to echo. Silence. There was nothing. And I look around. When suddenly my eyes stop at a swing. It was swinging slowly...like some has been just swinging on it.

He takes out these patrols and then, before slowly moving further into the territory; Henry lets out a loud howl that seems to carry further than he has ever had, calling all rogues to him. Henry waits until the first of the rogues he called joins him and then he continues his process into the Royal Blood territory, he kills every patrol and warrior he comes across until he misses the final blow to a lousy little scout. Henry watches as the scout scurries away from him. It actually surprised him how fast the little shit was, even with being injured. Once the scout had disappeared from sight, Henry went back to killing all the warriors he came across and enjoying himself with any female he ca