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

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.

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.

“That’s why it felt strange, but I kind of loved it.” Ralph nodded slowly. “You should be able to trust me completely. Especially with something that vulnerable.” He ran a hand through his hair, as frustration came flashing right across his face. Not at her—but at himself. “I’ve spent my entire life controlling everything— that’s companies, a lot of negotiations, a lot of people. But last night I can tell that I let my emotions take over in the worst way.” His voice lowered. “And you didn’t deserve that, at least I should have talked with you about it.”

"Bye!" As I made my way towards the exit of room, Clyde's facade crumbled, revealing the true depths of his cruel nature. His words dripped with venom, a sadistic pleasure emanating from his voice. "Awww... Kitty, I'm eagerly awaiting the sight of your helpless, begging face before me," he seethed, relishing in his twisted desires. As I prepared to leave the room, Clyde's arrogance filled the air. His voice dripped with smug superiority as he declared, "You underestimate me far too easily. I, Clyde Butch, have never known the taste of defeat."

Klara was really helpless as she didn’t wish to take away their just found happiness soon but she can’t delay anymore. Looking at her parents confused yet worried faces she held their hands rubbing them soothingly thinking that might help them calm down but they became anxious even more. “Ralph didn’t want to let me go yet. I have to go back. He’s waiting for me outside” The couple shivered breaking in cold sweat when they heard that Ralph - the BlackWolf clan leader waiting outside their home. The man who kills people mercilessly is just outside. He could break in any time.