Wheeler Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Approaching the railing on the 2nd floor hastily, she gulps, seeing the scene below. Her heart drops and worry enters her mind. An arena was formed in the center of the huge ground with students circling it. Two figures stood in the center. The first one was a huge wolf with black fur coating it, his roar was powerful enough to make anyone submit to him, anger circling around him in waves.

He was sure of it. Katy looked back at Lila and Karen with a questioning look. Lila gestured her to keep moving. She slowly walked into the waiting room. She stopped a few feet from Lee and Jeff. "Lee, may I speak with you?" Katy's voice was so quiet, a human would never have heard her across the room. But a Werewolf could. "Yes Katy, of course." Lee wiped her eyes and tried to look the part of the Alpha Bitch. Her pack needed her. She had to be strong for them and Carr.

Just imagine it,' daddy Rowan says frustrated with the lack of my communication, they've been trying to train me to say real words but weren't so successful with our classes. I tried to imagine where I'm showing them the fallen tree and the pack territory edge, I guess they got it since they said they are coming in. "Moira, what's going on?" I ask her worried as she put the car in reverse and started to get away, but our way was cut off by wolves, ones I don't recognize not that I knew the whole pack, or who's our side and who was not. "Don't be scared Seth, I'll keep you safe, I promise," Moira says squeezing my thigh.

he said to me. He didn’t wait for a response before I felt his arm leave my body and he charged forward, right at the people shooting at us. “Wait, no!” I cried out in protest of his actions, but he didn’t pay any attention to me. My head was down, but I could see him charging toward the guys dressed in black, standing at the top of the stairs while continuously pulling the trigger with their large guns aimed in our direction. I watched as Jonathan morphed into a large, brown wolf and took out the first man within his reach. His claws dug so deep into his neck that it was impossible at this point for that person to get back up on his feet.

Dahlia spoke up as the wolf approached my father. “That’s an oddly powerful yet strange looking wolf,” Troy commented. “Who’s Arthur?” Angelo asked. “The wolf,” Kieran replied. “Who does the wolf belong to?” Boris followed up. “Paxton,” I replied. I already knew about his destiny. “PAXTON?” the guys asked in disbelief. He was pretty large for a ten year old. He was almost as large as Skye. “Yes, Paxton Keller! Now can we please get on with this?” Dahlia said impatiently. She’s a great guardian.

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

The girl in white hesitated for a moment before sitting next to me. I took a quick glance at her. Her skin was fair, but her ears were turning red—probably from nervousness. "So, what are two young girls like you doing out here on the Sunset Highway? It's not safe here," Eric started chatting with the girl in black. "Are there wild animals or bad guys here?" she asked. "Both." "Oh, no! Are you two bad guys?" she teased. "Do we look like it?" "Not really, but if we run into bad guys, you'll protect us, right?"

It was clear they hated me. "The fight will soon begin," Mason whispered, and I nodded nervously. Alpha Wildbreed came to sit with us. Not too far from us, were new faces, sitting on the seats. As if knowing what I was thinking, Mason Whispered to me, " That is the Blue moon pack and in the front row with the white jacket, is Alpha Rosehip. He is supporting Alpha Raphael. I looked at him with rage and disgust. I secretly wished him dead. As soon as Alex got into the circle, my heart skipped.

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