Ralph Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the glass from his hand. "Enough! You just had your stomach pumped yesterday! Do you have to treat your life like it's worthless? "She's only been gone a few days, and you're already destroying yourself. Why don't you just call Mabes and fix this?" Ralph's expression darkened even further. Under the silent stares of everyone present, he grabbed a bottle, chugged it down, and smashed it on the table before storming out. The cool night wind did nothing to calm Ralph's blazing fury.

Ralph POV With Alison’s hand in mine, we made it to the ward, not sure of what to anticipate; was it going to be a win or a loss? I had no idea, as soon as I re-entered Alison’s ward, talcum powder flew in our faces, followed by confetti, Iris started to blow a vuvuzela, which I had no idea she had brought to he ward. “Congratulations, Ralph,” Mike said, “You are our Alpha again for another 4 years; nobody can wrestle with that.”

But I didn't run. I squeezed through the collapsed entrance, my skin burning from residual silver in the air. The interior was chaos—walls crumbling, fires burning, and everywhere that silver light pulsing. And standing in the center, surrounded by broken bodies and shattered restraints, was something I barely recognized. Racheal had transformed, but not into any wolf I'd ever seen. This was from legends. The Ghost Wolf. An actual embodiment of primal werewolf power in its purest, most terrifying form. Her eyes met mine across the destruction, and I saw no recognition in them. Only rage, power, and the promise of violence.

Ralph slammed on the brakes, which made the truck's tires skid on the wet pavement, stopping inches from the other car's bumper. "What the hell?" Ralph shouted, reaching for his radio to call in his situation when his window suddenly shattered. Ralph screamed, shielding his face from the glass. Before he could reach for a weapon under his seat, a gloved hand reached in to haul him out of the car. Three huge men stood over him. They wore expensive suits that were getting ruined in the rain. Dmitri Varga stepped forward. "Where is it?" Varga asked calmly. "Where is what?" Ralph gasped, clutching his bruised ribs. "It’s just computer parts! I don't have the keys to the back!"

CRACK! The sound of a wooden chair crashing into the back of his skull. Miles dropped to his knees, stunned. Before he could look up, Ralph's voice cut through the darkness. "Hello, Miles," he greeted, wearing a dangerous look. " Ralph? What are you even doing here? Why in the name of the moon goddess, are you here?" Miles squirmed. "I expected you to have grown smarter and more intelligent, but I am not too surprised to see that we are still as dumb as ever," Ralph mocked, looking at the men that Miles had brought along with him.

The feeling is excruciatingly overwhelming. "Royal," I whispered, slowly breaking down into tears. "I'm really sorry, Alpha. It wasn't my intention to hurt you." He said in despair and I shook my head. "Please... stop ruining my life." I begged and sluggishly pulled my hand out from his. "Alpha," he called out, sounded pleading. "Just take me home." I said and stiffened. No, Raphaela. You're not allowed to break down into tears in front of him. Crying means you're weak. Tears are the concrete evidence that you're an awful loser.

He thought. When they entered the house he immediately saw Will and the others kneeling in front of a burial urn. On top of it was a large frame of Ralph’s picture hanging on the wall. Ralph in the picture was wearing a black tuxedo. He has narrow, hazel-colored, and cat-like eyes that make him appear sly and intimidating. His black hair was neatly brushed up and backward from his forehead. "Hey captain, how are things going on in there? Is it fun to look down on us?" Brad started with a grin on his face as if the person he’s talking to is just right in front of him.

In the end, Ralph closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he turned his head away from the scene. He can't stomach to see her being drained out of her very own blood and losing her life. He had enough of this. He mentally cursed and bit his tongue to prevent himself from talking. Dennis deserved this, and as for the girl, her sacrifice is needed for Dennis to finally perish. If it weren't for Ralph's own interests then he would have never involved himself with this psychopath. He started to regret his own selfish actions. Nothing good ever happens to greedy men. One example is what will happen to Dennis.

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

I took a step back as I watched in wonder, Ralph but didn't even flinch and then he slowly stood up. He walked around as he poroused the area, looking for something. He then finally stopped near a small tree. He then hung and pulled on its thick branch that was hanging low, after great efforts he was finally able to break it and walked towards the bubbling storage box rather proudly. Then he patted down his pant and took out a white handkerchief and tied it around the broken branch in his hand. He signalled me to take the branch and I did. He then picked up his sling bag and took out a matchstick box from it.