Wreck-it Ralph Cars Novels & Stories

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

Roman grabs the pizza box from my hand in his left hand and then my hand in his right and guides me to the door. He directs me to what I assume must be the garage. Although it doesn’t look like any garage I've seen before. It looks like an auto store where luxurious cars are sold. I don’t think I could name or even count all the cars parked here if I tried. There are SUVs and sports cars, vintage-looking cars probably a few hundred years old. Damn, Leo would give up his entire savings and Playboy and porn magazines to see this for himself being the car freak he is. “Is that a… pink Ferrari?” I ask out loud, stunned.

Blue and red lights flashed. Broken glass scattered across the road, sparkling in the beams of light from the police vehicles. The rain finally stopped pouring as the wrecker came to take the mangled car away. Jack, the police captain, stood looking at the scene before him. The silver mini van looked as if a herd of bears mauled it. Scratches covered every surface of the vehicle. They left nothing but shards of glass to the windows. Dents pummeled down the passenger side. Something had also caved the roof in. The car was a crushed tuna can. His hands caressed the claw marks left on the side of the vehicle, tracing over the tears in the metal.

This fucking driveway is like a luxury car collection. There's that Tesla Luke Richardson drove last year, a red Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, Cassandra's pink BMW i8, two black Range Rover SUVs that could escort the president, a yellow Porsche and a white Maserati MC20. I take out my phone to snap a picture of the Maserati. Diego would practically sell his soul for this car. I take the picture, sending it to Diego as I walk towards the entrance which is guarded by two large men in Black suits.

"If the flagship can't reach us with drop pods, they'll use the seismic drills next. They'll bury this whole garage." "Go where?" Haley looked around the dark garage. "This place is a junkyard." The garage was filled with vehicles, but they were all stripped. Hover-cars on cinder blocks, APCs with missing engines, transport trucks rusted into skeletons. It looked like a graveyard for machines. "We need a ride," I said, limping forward. "Something heavy. Something that can take a hit. Something that doesn't need a microchip to run, because the electromagnetic pulse from the ship is frying everything electronic."

Alpha uttered. "Of course not, Alpha. I am a man of my words and I promise to only do good things." Alarick then went inside the car shop. Alpha was amazed with the plenty of different cars displayed in the store. Both Alpha and Alarick roam their eyes around. "Alpha, there are many cars here. It has different sizes, colors, and even interior design. What should we buy?" Alarick asks him. "What about this? It is big enough to fit many people including some items that we could probably buy here in the city." Alpha pointed the black car on their right.

There was at least 16 cars. "Well we all share this garage so they're not all mine. The Lamborghini, Bugatti Veyron, Corvette Stingray, and Tesla are mine. Brody and Jacob each have 6," he said. There was a range of colors but all the ones Titus pointed out were black. "As you can see Titus loves expensive cars and black," Jacob laughs. "They all have names." "You name your cars?" I ask. "Obviously not this fucking joker is trying to frame me," he says pointing at Jacob. We all laugh.

She pointed at another car. " That one's a lamborghini veyron. The one behind it is a rolls royce boat tail and that's a Devel sixteen which I also wouldn't advice you to ever take. The one besides it is a bugatti divo...." Lair went on and on and Estelle was liking every bit of their names even though she couldn't remember any. " These are really great collections, Riv." Estelle giggled, swinging the Alpha's hands to and fro and it made him smile.

“Well, gather your things and let’s go.” Gail nodded and gathered her things. Joel followed her out to her aunt’s car. Joel perked up as soon as he saw it. It was an Audi Rs5 Sport back B9! He had been dreaming of driving one of those ever since he’d first seen it. He glanced over at Gail’s aunt and felt a sliver of respect for her. At least the witch knew how to choose a good ride. Gail’s aunt gave him an icy glare as she unlocked the car. “Watch those nails, werewolf.”

He saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulling up behind them. Jake's expression shifted. He recognized the car immediately. It was Stanley's. Stanley had followed them! "Mr. Hawk?" Jake's voice faltered. What was Stanley doing here? Before he could process it, the Rolls-Royce slammed on the gas, and with a deafening crash, it rammed into the back of Jake's car. The impact was vicious, powerful. The world-class Rolls-Royce had no equal. Jake's car was immediately dented as the rear bumper crumpled from the collision.