Novel & Cerita Special Paw Patrol Characters

“Personal Assistant, huh… how should I call it again?” Speaking the name of that thing, “Wai!” Boof [Hewoo, I am your personal assistant. Wai, how may I help you?] A small creature that looked similar to a Halloween ghost for kids showed up. But… the features looked just like the panda. Weird… it also had black vault horns and tails. But the face looked exactly like what a panda has. “Wai… Where am I? Why am I here?” [You currently have a total of 80 harto. Each question would deduct five of it. Would you still want to ask those two questions? Yes or No]

What was so vicious about it? After catching up to Colton, Yevee picked up Jojo, the Bichon Frise she had adopted, and held it in her arms. Colton finally calmed down. “Run! Why aren’t you running anymore?” Colton replied, “Queen of the Dogs, please let me off. I won’t run anymore.” Yevee chuckled and said, “Just beg for forgiveness. I'm someone who has eight dogs and seven cats. I'm someone who has plenty of pets!”

“A bear-puma, of all things, had scented it. And not only did it find a fresh kill, but a flimsy slip of a werewolf and a pup.” The end mention had me sitting upright. “The pup! His name is Colby. Where is he? Has he–” “Oh, peace,” Paige sighed heavily, rubbing her temple as she turned on her heel. “I will send for them if you do not ask anything more of me for the rest of the day.” Them? Surely she couldn’t mean who I thought. Not since Paige herself was rarely permitted here, bar special circumstances. But Paige had made herself scarce, likely intentionally, before I regained the faculty to question her.

Looking at the guy, “Stupid fuck! She has a protection shield, try not to piss her off!” The guy just stared at me, full of hatred but I didn’t know why he hated me so much. “HA! That fucker’s name is Peter and I am Tom. The gray wolf is Charles and there is Flint.” “How did you guys get caught up in this mess?”

His arms wrapped her, warmth blooming, their laughter mingling, a vow in every step. Lila’s charcoal flew, hazel eyes sparkling, voice bright, showing pups her sketch. “Look, lupines—like us, strong!” Spark yipped, vibrant. Stars, Lila—shine, lead! Pups cheered, their drawings bold, firelight catching their joy, her courage their guide.

He asked dumfounded. "No what's that..." She asked confused. "With whom do you live..." He asked in disbelief. "My pets... Luca, Leonardo and Silas..." She smiled at the mention of their name. "Cool I have a pet too... It's a dog... What do you have..." He fixed his cap as he walked along side her. "Luca is black panther... Leonardo is leopard and Silas is a white tiger, the latter is very naughty always gets in trouble..." She answered and he froze in his place.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

Still, when Terry’s eyes met his, his chest tightened. She knelt, slipping bowls inside the kennels. “Good boys,” she murmured, stroking each head in turn. When she reached Popo, she bent lower, pressing her cheek against his fur. Popo wagged his tail proudly. Bantay barked, Tagpi licked her hand, Patsy rubbed against her leg. Then her gaze drifted to Polly. “Polly,” she said softly, as if testing the name again. He lowered his head. His fur was patchy, his skin visible in places where hair never grew back. His bent leg tucked awkwardly beneath him. He wanted to vanish into the shadows.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

We were keeping an eye on the pups that were with us. Niccolò and Lilac had three pups – Raelynn, Samson, and Iris. Raelynn was currently with my girls. Violet and I had six pups – Ava, Lily, Elio, Maverick, Gabriella, and Jayce. Maverick was five, Gabby was three, and Jayce was one.