Ralph Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

“No one is touching Damien. You may have these wolves under your spell, but we see through you. You’re nothing but a coward and a traitor.” Ralph sneered, looking down at her with disdain. “At least I’ll be alive when all this is over.” Raven's gaze hardened. “Are you sure about that? The witches turned their backs on Ryan and Boris. It’s only a matter of time before they throw you to us wolves, too.” Ralph took a step forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “We all know you’re not strong enough to win. And just for fun, I think I’ll skin you alive.”

Ralph who started his life as a professional golfer. Won a little money here and there and then started looking for investments and places where he could make his fortune... by riding on other people's backs. Hoping for inheritances? Even making sure some inheritances happens to him! No Leah, she muttered to herself, staring into the flames of the cozy wood fire on the other side of the table. Without any evidence, you may not even think in terms of such a thing. Ralph is a lot of things, but he's not a murderer. He would never help a woman of seventy-two overboard and into the sea and see to her drowning.

I smile as she uses one hand to fend off the little gremlin terrorizing our house, our wonderful three-year-old son, Ryder. “More waffle! More waffle!” he yelps, doing his best to climb her leg like a puppy. He reaches for the plate of scrambled eggs, nearly knocking it from the counter. Somehow, she manages to save it at the last second. “Ryder, sweetie, you’ve already hadthree, and that was one too many.” “I had four,” he snickers, his cheeks covered in syrup. I try not to laugh, to encourage him, but I can’t help it. He is definitely my son. All stubborn and confident, doing his best to rule this house like a tiny little king.

A few minutes later Ralph was seated comfortably in his sitting room with a guy named Zoro who represented the rival pack that had been in contact with him. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Ralph asked as he studied his visitor carefully. "Alpha Kangu asked me to tell you that you are wasting time executing the Alpha and his whole lineage because he is running out of patience," Zoro replied directly. "I'm still trying to figure things out," Ralph said defensively. "He knows you'd say this so he already came out with a solution," Zoro continued as he reached into his pocket. Ralph's face lit up with interest at this revelation. Zoro brought out a small bottle and stretched it toward Ralp

Ralph swallowed, but his eyes remained fixed on the floor. “You don't understand,” Ralph replied, rubbing his hands together. “That person has enough power to destroy me. My business, my family, everything I've built could disappear before I even had a chance to fight back.” His voice shook slightly, and for the first time, he looked genuinely afraid of someone else.

No one else in the small area near the reception desk seems to noticed, already too used to the basics of their back. I, on the other hand, look slightly insane as I try take note of the secrets of the Wisdom Pack. Not many people can just get in here without special invitation. Lucky Rylan is an Alpha, and knows one. "We go straight upstairs," Rylan murmurs in my ear, catching attention. "Don't make eye contact with any of them."

He looked at me confused trying to solve the puzzle. I took a deep breath then went on to tell him all I had discovered. He kept quiet the whole way listening with a serious look. When I was done, he breathed out. “What is it?” I asked worriedly. His eyes showed me there was something he wanted to say. Something that was worse than what I had just said. He started narrating what had happened when he had stupidly let the blonde sister blindfold him leading him into the jungle. He told me how he had gone through their high voodoo process and had seen an old deathly man called Rafiki.

Tyron walked behind him slowly, his cautious senses were still alert. Hearing a loud groan, he froze as Ralph's bloody face came into his view. " Ralph, Ralph, come on, stop this and stand up." He yelled, other guards had filled the doorstep of the office where Ralph's huge body laid. They tried to pull him up but he forced his hand out of their grips which made cloud of confusion over around them because they knew how Ralph always boasted he'd live his life to the fullest. He was one of the kindest wolfs in the pack who took care of the needy the way he took good care of himself.

Ralph said. “Yes I wanted to leave. So what?” he said. Ralph grabbed his jaw and began to squeeze. He screamed in pain. “Was that you?” Ralph barked. “Please let me go” he begged. “Don’t! Don’t make this any harder” Ralph thundered. He squeezed it harder. “Yes it was me!” he screamed in pain. That was how he explained everything. He had planned with the rogues on that day, Ralph left the pack for a meeting.

Ralph said, confusing me with his words. “Somebody better?” I repeated. “Yeah. Someone better!” Ralph said and turned to look at Cayden, pointing. “He’s a glorified General who is actually nothing.” What’s going on? “He’s your Chief General!” I told Ralph. “Well, he may be but he doesn’t fucking deserve it. I will make a better War Chief. I will bring actual success to our Warfare routines.” Ralph voiced. I frowned. “What’s up with you, Ralph?” I asked him, really wondering.