Fix-it Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

Franky’s there, sipping on a whiskey, telling one of his famous bad jokes to Earl, one of the bartenders. “Franky,” I interrupt. “I need you to do something for me.” “Aye, Sterling,” he laughs. “Need a hot tip on the NFL? Well, I’ve got one for you just as long as you cut me in—” “This is serious, Franky,” I say, leveling my eyes at him. Franky may be a jokester with more than a couple drinks in him, but we’ve been through more than a few things together, and I know I can rely on him. “I need one of your specials. And I need it now.”

He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

They both looked into each other’s eyes till Klara closed her eyes drifting into deep slumber. Ralph shook his head at the damage he caused. He kneeled on the floor clutching his hair as guilt consumed him like dark clouds. What did he just do? He lifted his head and saw her fragile body lying like a corpse on his bed. He ruined this doll which he protected from himself for ten years.

Ralph collapsed on the floor in a mess of sticky purple liquid, his tentacles losing their ability to move. Wilbur took two large gulps of air, turning to walk out. He sensed movement behind him just a few steps away and turned around. that Ralph had grown new limbs and a head as he crawled up from the ground. "You bastard! You're not getting away today!" Ralph flipped backward upon saying the last word, his hands flat against the ground and stretching his body into an arch. The next second, Ralph's belly was sliced open by a peculiar-looking tentacle. Right after that, his chest was torn open, and a terrifying head popped out as more of the sticky purple liquid gushed out.

Ralph ran and ran until his legs gave out, but the girl couldn't be stopped even by a moving truck. He gasped for air, looking up at the truck that has been dented on its head. The poor driver's face was worth a million. Ralph then follows the last resort he could have. "I'm sorry, guys. I'm using this spell." A green gooey liquid is thrashed on the ground, the small glass container shattering to shards. Green smoke engulfs him, it was common enough to summon a witch or a wizard in the village, it seemed to him.

Ralph The long-awaited day of the meeting had finally arrived. I was set to claim my new breeder from the Moonlight pack, the daughter of Alpha Grayson. The Greyhound pack and the Moonlight pack had been at odds for five years after a tragic incident in which my brother was killed by a Moonlight pack guard. This event ignited a deep-seated animosity in me, fueling my desire for revenge. However, I eventually sought to establish peace through a strategic agreement with Alpha Grayson. In exchange for his daughter's hand as my breeder, I would forgive the past and end the longstanding feud.

But no matter what they did, Ralph would always jeopardize their efforts. He was hell-bent on destabilising their business just as they had done to his life. He was no longer the man he used to be – soft, considerate, incapable of indulging in illegal and dirty dealings. He was the complete opposite of that now. He was a different man – unforgiving and always ready for a disaster. Ralph couldn't wait to deliver the final blow. The Black Triad didn't know to expect a bigger hit. He smiled wickedly at the thought of what he was going to do.

“I haven’t seen him around and I’m sure he’s not from Red Moon. I’m from Red Moon.” She’s from Red Moon and did charms? Was she related to the witches there? I shifted from her stall. “Sorry to bother you then. Thank you.” I ran back to pick Ralph from the tree he was almost sleeping on. Why had Rihanna bought a cure? Did she get blind too? “Come on, Ralph!” I struggled to get him up. “There’s something I need to check.” He stood upright, then turned to the boats. “I’d never use a boat again. I rather teach the horses to swim.”

Ralph went up to his room and changed quickly to bed. He lay down quietly and stared at the ceiling. He had broken all his records today. His best friends, Jaxon Craddock and Gilbert Prescott would be shocked to see his state. His friends were based in New York where their headquarters were located. Ralph too longed to go there but he was unable to convince his grandma to shift. With his dad, Finn Van Halen living permanently in Amsterdam and his mom Jennifer David living in Detroit, he and his grandma hadn't met them in the last ten years. He had his trusted housekeeper, Jane to look after his grandma. He didn't like London much but he hardly had a choice. While Jaxon looked into the design

She wasn't so lucky about the truck. Bryce was always doing something to jeopardize their safety. Before this incident he had broke into a liquor store and tried to steal the ATM. He was shot at, but managed to get away. Now Rosalyn was stuck living in their travel trailer in someone's backyard trying to figure out what to do. She was a temp working as a dishwasher. She had applied at every supervisor position available, went to several interviews but nothing came from them. She started remembering again.