Wreck It Ralph Clyde Novels & Stories

Clyde raked his hand through his hair as he jabbed and pulled aggressively at them. He was fuming, pacing from one end to the other while on the phone with someone. His eyes were glowing, and the furniture in his office seemed to have gotten a taste of his temper. “Clive? What do you think you're doing in my city? I told you that I would shred you into pieces if you ever resurface,” he growled into the receiver. Chuckling, “I think you've lost that power of taming me, Clyde. Don't act like the Alpha with me because you're not my Alpha. As a matter of fact, do you even know where she is? I mean, the one that matters the most to you.”

Hughes once again stepped out of the way, but this time swung his fist forward. The sound of bones breaking could be heard, as Hughes's fist connects with Clyde's side, breaking several ribs. Clyde hits the ground, clutching his side, and then glares at Hughes. He pushes himself to his knees before standing up. "I fucking hate you! You and your father ruined everything!" Clyde yelled before charging Hughes again. This time Clyde didn't lunge for him. He slowed down and extended his claws. He swung his hand forward, hoping to slice Hughes' stomach wide open. He could almost picture the Alpha's guts spilling onto the ground.

Clyde angrily shouted that made me jumped with fear. I felt like I want to cry at what he said. That's how Clyde becomes harsh when it comes to trusting other people since the princess disappeared. "Enough Clyde! It wasn't Alexa's fault because I can't read her mind too! She's not weak like what you think!" Drake shouted

I was about to knock on the door when it bursted open and Clyde himself was standing in front of us, grinning from ear to ear. "If it isn't my oldest friend, Winston!" He laughed, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. "It's so good to see you again, man!" "Clyde," I coughed out, stifling my laugh, "it's good to see you too." Clyde was one of the few werewolves outside my pack that I was cordial with. We had done business in the past and remained friends ever since. If it ever came to a fight, I knew I had Clyde's unwavering support and I knew that. So why was I still here under the guise of sniffing out enemies and threats.

They’re like a blade that has been buried for centuries finally unsheathed. When Alpha Dennis sees Clyde step forward, he warily studies the man — eyes narrowing just slightly, as if trying to assess what exactly he’s up against. Dominicus’s voice cuts smooth. “Clyde, introduce yourself — your wolf, your duties.” Without missing a beat, Clyde nods. “Yes, Alpha.” He turns calmly to face the room, his posture relaxed but sharp-edged. “My name is Clyde Faelan,” he says simply, voice steady. “I am a Gamma wolf and serve as Beta Brodik’s administrative second.”

We topple onto the floor, I raise my hands in an attempt to crush his skull but Clyde rolls away the moment my fists crash into the wooden planks of the floor. I am fast, but so is he. “Hello Hunter, we meet again.” His lips curl up into a smile that never quite reaches his scarred eyes. His minion who has somewhat healed quickly crawls over to his Alpha’s side, cowering for safety. “Give it up Clyde,” I pull out my gun and aim it between his eyes. One silver bullet in the head and it’ll be goodbye for Clyde. But Clyde is no fool, in a blink of an eye, he grabs his trembling minion, using him as a shield. Clyde is a coward.

Seeing it, Sab managed a smile and shook her head. Clyde is the next Alpha of Snow Mountain. Even though he’s younger, his older twin is a vampire and doesn’t have a wolf. It was concluded that he’s not fit to lead a pack of werewolves because of that. Clyde grew up with mixed feelings. On one hand, he admired his brother. On the other, he resents him a little. They’re close but not as close as Sab and Ice. There’s a thin wall between them, but as long as they need each other, they’re there to help immediately.

Clyde seemed like he was panicking as he yelled at me, "Clear out of the way. I'll handle it. Just go. Go back home." I didn't respond to him growling. All I did was pounce on the wolf, and I stood on his neck without wasting time. I don't know how I managed to gather that much force, but I was able to take the wolf down. Clyde was completely shocked. I shifted back, and Clyde examined the affected wolf. "I don't think it's breathing anymore," he said. "Oh my goodness, I think you did it. Wow," he raised his hands in defense. "Remind me not to stir your black pot."

His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide. The rogues shriek in pure, unadulterated terror, their desperate arrogance turning into a base, pathetic scramble for survival, but Clyde leaves no survivors. He hunts them down to the last man, his golden eyes burning with a dark, vengeful madness that paints the white snow a deep, permanent crimson. When the last throat is torn, the silence that drops over the valley is heavy and suffocating.

Clyde expressed intensely as he tore the tummy of rogue open with his nails. "That's not what you should be worried about. I will you a if you can go through this and come out life,' she said to bolster their courage so that they could keep fighting. "Hint us at least. This your power is super cool," he said excitedly even when he is facing death face to face. "Don't pester me Clyde! Be focus at least for us," Kiara lashed him even at that state. Clyde felt somehow and didn't bother talking anymore. He continued warding off the vampires and rogues coming at him.