Ralph Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

He could break a wolf's spirit when he's angry. I headed to the armoury and found a quiet corner to crush the pills to dust. The time was already a quarter past six, so I headed to the prison building to wait for the time. As I was walking, I bumped into Lilith. She had a backpack, so I guessed she was going to work on somebody. "You got a gig?" I asked her, trying to make small talk even though I didn't really have the time. I just thought it would be awkward bumping into someone you know without saying something to them.

she adds, making Dad and I chuckle. Alpha Alarick, or Ricky, as we all call him, has a big sweet tooth. He looks like he's always angry as fuck, and he's very serious all the time, but he's a nice guy. He takes his job very seriously and doesn't take a bull from anyone, but he's a sucker for sweet stuff. Don't be fooled by the appearance, everyone thinks he's a menace, and to most who dare to cross the line- he is. But not to us. To us, he's just Ricky. But...If you want to be on his good side, get him a sweet pastry and a good cup of freshly brewed coffee.

A glance in the direction of the main hall revealed Alpha Ralph and his pack, reveling in their perceived victory. Walking towards the gathering, I observed Ralph cheering alongside his pack members. Their camaraderie was evident, and the air was filled with triumph. As I neared, Ralph noticed my presence and detached himself from the celebratory crowd. With a self-satisfied smile, he walked towards me, extending his hand. "Gonzalo," Ralph greeted, his tone laced with arrogance. "Quite the eventful night, wouldn't you say?" I eyed his outstretched hand, a scoff escaping my lips. "Save the pleasantries, Ralph. We both know what happened back there."

And there, inside a heavy cage reinforced with thick fae chains, was Ralph. He was no longer in his wolf form. His body was bruised and scraped, but he was conscious now. Sitting against the bars, breathing heavily, and glaring up at me. The second his eyes met mine, he growled, “About fucking time. Get me out of this damn thing.” I stepped forward, gripping the bars. “Are you strong enough to walk?” “Does it fucking matter?” Ralph snapped. “You’re getting me out, or I swear to the moon, Damien—”

And though he had no proof, his gut told him it had to do with Layson. Inside the restaurant, Ralph was happily munching on a burger, swinging his legs under the chair. He loved these kinds of outings—his grandma, Diana, never let him eat fast food at home, so he always took full advantage whenever he got the chance. “Where’s my uncle?” Ralph asked after swallowing a bite. The driver who had been keeping him company barely had time to answer before Ralph’s eyes lit up. He spotted Dexter coming toward him—with Herbie. “Herbie!” Ralph’s voice was filled with excitement. He quickly pushed his burger aside and jumped out of his seat.

Ralph said while searching the room for Carly, as he seemed to be having fun with the chase. “I can do this all day,” he announced. As he got to the bathroom and tried to push through the door, but it turned out to be locked. “Ah, I see. This is getting more interesting,” A slow naughty smile spread across his lips. “This is where you are, huh?” He asked and channeled as much energy as he could to his hands before punching the door open; smashing it to pieces. “I found yo...” his excitement turned to shock and then anger when he found someone else instead of Carly.

“I know what I deserve Aurora but remember, I’ll make your life hell once I got back my little wolf. You know very well about my vengeance and all” Ralph said, his voice cold and stern but it didn’t quiet effect Aurora. She just rolled her eyes at him and spoke with even more cold tone. “And what have come out of your vengeance master? Remorse and a lifetime loneliness” Ralph clenched his fists in anger and his face darkened after hearing her words. He wished to strangle her for poking his sore spot but he just stormed upstairs and disappeared into his room. ************** Author’s note : Hello cuties, What do you think Ralph would do to his subordinates for taunting him? And what could be t

The sound of the elevator chimed, and Aldwin's gaze shot toward the entrance. The doors slid open, and to his disbelief, Ralph walked out. Aldwin felt the air leave his lungs. He stood frozen, staring at the man who had been nothing but a ghost for eighteen years. Ralph looked different – he was older, well-built, like he had been training for the past eighteen years. His face was stern and lined with experiences Aldwin couldn't imagine. He doubted his eyes, but it was Ralph. There was no mistaking the man before him, even if he spent double the years he already had.

He finally decides that I pass his test apparently when he waves me in and then says, “It will be 75 for the night but if you stay after this, it is 50.” I pull out a 50 from my wallet and hand it to him before he states, “If you break it, that’s extra. So don’t start causing problems. And no noise. I can’t stand it.” “Agreed.” I say as he hands me the key before starting to walk out. “By the way, I am Ralph. If you need anything, just call 0 and ask for it.” I nod and then walk out the door and then to the truck. Pulling my things out from behind the seat, I shake my head at how odd this man is. He really is a character.

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