Wreck It Ralph Clyde Novels & Stories

"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.

He giggles and let go of my hands and runs. “Clyde! Don’t run, be careful!” But before he could stop, he bumps into the man who just got outside of the shop. The hot coffee in his hand drips down to Clyde, “Omg! Clyde, are you okay?” I immediately said and look at the man. An Alpha in his early forties, he’s looking down at where Clyde sitting with his eyebrows tangled. I heard him click his tongue, “what a bothersome kid,” he whispers.

"Hi!" The man run and jump to give him flying kick, Clyde pulled his chair up and use the bottom to be his sheild. The man broke the chair. Clyde bumped his back to Vince; now they are surrounded by these men. Raven is having his time to giving those six men the bruises they deserved. "Code RA at your service!" Clyde and Vince shook their heads, witnessing how their older brother is playing those men. Group of men run towards them in unison.

"B-But...my f-friend...i-is not." Her mind suddenly flashed the memory of their fight back in Hiscoun Village, where Clyde displayed one of his abilities. His scales appeared to protect him from her poison-coated dagger. It's highly likely that he used that ability again to escape death. And Clyde seemed determined to carry out his mission, so he wouldn't die to a herd of werewolves. Of course, the dragons were once the superior kind, and a mere werewolf attack can't kill him. Especially if he's the Prince.

will make me feel inferior ever again. He took a step forward. I could hear the faint growl from Ricky's throat, ready to rip his head off, but Skylar stopped Alpha Noah. "Uh... By the way Dad, I, uh, I could use your advice on a few things. Why don't we talk on our drive to Alpha Rick's pack?" he says, making me grunt inwardly.

But Allison knew she was safe for now. Keir grinned from ear to ear and looked at Thana. “You see darling. This is Akira’s daughter. Same attitude, straightforward, daring and bold. I appreciate your courage, sweetheart. No one has ever dared to question my decision but you. But to answer your question, to kill them all, I need more army. And Klyde Redford is someone who holds power like me. His mother was one of the powerful witches so he is also a hybrid. Having him is like having a universe.” His eyes gleamed with viciousness and Allison was amazed. No, this vampire Klyde had to be out of their fight. But how!

Her head whips to the side, and she lets out a shocked gasp. “That’s for betraying me,” I say, my voice trembling. “Girls are supposed to be there for each other, not sell each other out like livestock.” Clarisse recovers, whips her head back to me, and lunges forward. But Rhett steps between us, glaring down at her with fierce eyes. “Nope. Don’t do that,” he tells her, like a father scolding his child. She looks past him at me for a moment, contemplating her options. Then snarls and spits at his feet, whirls around, and runs off.

Raymond’s POV "Ouch!" A man yelled. "Watch where you're going, freak!" "I'm sorry," I muttered through the window and kept on driving. Clyde, who was sitting next to me, had his mouth open. I turned to him, confused. "What?" He looked at the man, an angry look on his face. "That man just called you a freak. He had the guts to call the CEO and heir to the Orlando family a freak!" I let out a chuckle. "Come on, Clyde. It's not like my title is written on my forehead."

With everything set, Gerald then crashed into the room through the window! Eyes immediately widening when he saw the assassin, Clyde angrily yelled, “Who the hell are you?! I’m the young master of the Gower family, you know? Disrupting my fun… are you that tired of living?!” Before Clyde could say anything else, he suddenly felt something wet dripping from his neck… By the time he looked down, Clyde was already coughing mouthfuls of blood… and seconds later, the life in his eyes disappeared.