Go Turbo Wreck It Ralph Novels & Stories

“Everything was fine this morning. “I think this is the place. There is some anomaly here. We should all move away from the old drive. But they didn't even take a step. The perimeter went up in flames. Something very powerful flew into Ralph's back, he swayed forward and immediately received an addition to the back of his head. On his next awakening, Ralph had difficulty opening his eyes. He found himself lying on something hard. It smelled of dampness and rot. Did it smell? Overcoming the pain in his whole body, he got up and ran his hand over his face. There was no mask. But he was still alive...whatever that meant, he couldn't think of, his thoughts were sluggish. “Hey, you woke up,” Vit

Darrell I rushed out of Nelly's after taking the pills from Lilith. I had to find a place to crush them but I knew I couldn't go home lest my father sees me. I wasn't supposed to be around anyway, I didn't want him finding out I delegated the errand he sent me to Christopher. He would definitely flip out if he should find out; I've seen him angry a lot of times and it is not something to look forward to. He could break a wolf's spirit when he's angry.

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

Ralph, Beta of the Vengeful Hunters, and the pack’s trainer shouted at me as I kept missing the targets. I couldn’t find Jasper since morning. I was dependent on him and couldn’t start my day without seeing his face. Restless and dejected, I couldn’t focus on any of my lectures or during the practice. I was Ralph’s best student but because of my today’s poor performance, he couldn’t help but lash at me again and again. Ralph finally lost his temper. Storming towards me with heavy steps, he gave a hard punch to my lower abdomen making me fly backward. Ralph was surprised as the Emma who would have instantly jumped on her feet and counterattacked him today crawled into a ball and started groan

In a matter of minutes, they lay there dead, their lifeless bodies filled me with ease. Ralph sprinted toward the SUV, his face marred and bloodstains on his beige suit, and the scar on his cheek made him look terrifyingly fierce. His knuckles were bruised, but there wasn't a scratch on him. He swiftly settled into the back seat, his tone unyielding. "Drive!" The driver, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror, grimly grumbled, "We're being followed again." With a sense of hurry, he swerved the SUV into another lane, the engine revving as he accelerated. "Buckle up, Signore."

Time stopped then. They followed Laurent’s orders to the letter. Blow after blow. Ice water. Electric pulses. Just enough to snap him awake when he slipped under. A calculated, clinical rhythm of cruelty. But still—no death. Just punishment...for now at least. When they were exhausted torturing him, they took a break. Then the warehouse fell into a tense lull. Ralph lay crushed on the cold concrete floor, his breath shallow, blood thick on his tongue. Every inch of him hurt. From the zip ties, his wrists were bloody. His left eye was swollen shut.

Upon placing it back down on the table, he look at me with those sorrowful eyes once again. With a gloomy smile and a hoarse voice, he said with a hint of gratitude, “Thank you. Thank you for taking effort to let me know.” “You deserve it.” After giving both of us some time to compose ourselves from the heartache we were in, I broke the silence, “So, how’s that going?...About you and Stella?” Ralph was a very talented engineer. However, its a pity that despite the preferential treatment he received from Jackson and the other lycans, he remained timid.

Because there it was. My car. Or what used to be my car. Now it looked like a crime scene. Red spray paint screamed across the sides and windshield, all caps and venom and hate. “SLUT.” “WHORE.” “HOPE HE WAS WORTH IT.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. My chest rose in jagged little gasps that didn’t feel like breathing. People were filming. Filming. Phones raised. Fingers pointing. I lifted a trembling hand to my forehead, pressing hard—like if I could just push down hard enough, I’d stop myself from unraveling in front of everyone.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “Such a little kid” he muttered shaking his head “Repeat what you said” I was ready to give him another pinch when he started running away from me. I chased him but he was too fast for me. We stopped running and I started panting, trying to catch my breath. Ralph looked fine, and wasn't affected by the quick race in any way. Another perks of being a werewolf. Your strength was second to none. “That was fun” Ralph said, removing the sticky hair that was in my face due to sweat.

Went to another one's head, he destroyed it. "Ugh…gross..why does it feel like I killed a zombie in a game?" He starts to feel like throw up seeing the scene in front of him. Thud! Two of them also have been slashed by Renee. She took the brain out of their skull and stomped it using her feet. Ralph is a bit shaken, seeing how Renee kills them. It's too gore for him to watch. 'I'm sure I can't sleep after this.' "Baby, let's go." Renee grabs Ralph's hand and runs downstairs with him, looking for the exit.