Wreck It Ralph Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He chuckled again and put the glass on the table with a thud and the sound made Aurora stiffened under the table. "This is much better than I thought. When that brat did sweet talk with me, when she kiss me and not to mention when I fuck her, it felt as if I am eating a forbidden fruit. It tastes sweeter than I thought. The girl has fallen in love with me, Ralph. Bloody fool!' Ralph looked away, he was happy for his brother but he was not happy hearing his thoughts about a girl who genuinely fell for him or he should say an illusion of Liam who didn't exist in reality.

He encouraged me to bite harder, and as I tasted his blood, a surprising liking for its taste overcame me. I withdrew, feeling another internal shift, this time accompanied by Ralph's emotions and thoughts flooding into me. “Can you hear me?” Ralph's voice echoed through the mind link, a communication channel we had never used before. “Yes,” I responded. In a tight embrace, Ralph confessed his love for me. Overwhelmed, we rushed to a mirror to examine our markings. To our astonishment, the markings appeared identical. But I lacked a visible wolf, prompting Ralph to stammer. "Athena… I think… you have a wolf," as we observed the shape of the mark.

Ralph's gaze locked with mine, his voice breaking as he said, "I'm so sorry. I failed to protect—” Before he could say more, I leaned in and kissed him, my lips brushing against his to stop him from speaking further. When I pulled away, I looked into his eyes, trying to offer some comfort. “It’s okay,” I said softly. "A while ago, I started trying to change the topic. You had such strong powers surging through you. It affected the pack members badly. What happened to them? Are they dead or just injured?" As for Zac, just mentioning his name made my skin crawl, but I continued. "What happened to him? Did he really leave the pack?”

Ralph angrily interjected, “You’ve deceived me! All the talk about how much you love me was a lie, wasn’t it? You knew I’m not your real son, so you tried to make a fool out of me, isn’t that right? You told me everything belongs to me, and now you’re giving me nothing! Everyone in the Russell family is a liar! Fine. I’ll destroy everything if you don’t want to give me anything!” Enraged, Ralph got up and flipped a coffee table with a kick. Then he grabbed a chair and smashed it into the TV before him. “Nothing! You’re giving me nothing!” He thought of the things the family had taken from him and did not hesitate to destroy them. The thunderous crashing and banging echoed through the phone.

I ask " Help me up, I will show you" He says and I oblige, helping him to his feet, before he tries to push me off the cliff, but I dough and he falls down the waterfall. I watch as the harsh water current envelope him, and carry him away like some weightless cargo. ' Ralph is dead' ##########

Rara unconsciously fisted the dress on her lap as she hit her inner cheek. Ralph looked overly amused by the ordeal. So this little vixen was capable of showing emotions other than fear. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Ralph was intrigued by her to the point all he could see and breathe was her. From the depths of his nightmares and the surface of his desires—she ruled the ruins. The same attendant came back in five minutes with a tray of croissants and juice. “Anything else?” The woman spat venomously. Ralph snapped his head in her direction, pinning her down with his glare. His hold on the pendant in his pocket tightened the small metal piercing his skin. “No, that’s enough,” Rara mumbled se

“Come on, Scarlet. We are one, and I can’t function as half of who I am supposed to be and neither can you?” This time, the silence ran up and down my spine. It felt as though I was talking to the dead, but I had gone through this more than enough times to know that Scarlet was listening to every single word I sent through our mindlink. I refused to be deceived. Letting out a small sigh, I decided to resort to the darkest trick I had up my sleeve. “We did promise to help, Ralph, you know? So what now, have you abandoned him?! Because I swear that whatever it is you are going through I can assure you that Ralph has it a thousand times worse!”

Rafe leaned back, his expression turning deathly pale as the final piece of the puzzle locked into place in his own mind. "Who benefits from both of you being completely destroyed?" Rafe asked, the question hanging in the frigid air of the study like a guillotine. "The answer isn't Victor. Your father loses everything if Hawthorne falls." Damien stared at the twenty-year-old photograph, the breath completely catching in his throat. The realization hit him with the force of a physical execution. The war wasn't a vendetta. It was a liquidation. And the person who had orchestrated their beautiful, ruinous attraction was about to collect the inheritance.

“Remember when we used to sneak wine out of Dad’s cabinet and drink it in the treehouse?” A broken laugh escapes me before I can stop it. “Yeah. And you threw up for two days straight. Dad was so angry.” Bianca grins, that first real flash of the sister I remember. “You dared me to drink it,” she accuses. “You dared yourself,” I counter, smiling despite myself. For the first time in what feels like forever, something small and fragile stirs in my chest, something that feels suspiciously like hope. Maybe we’re both broken. Maybe we’re stitched together with grief and guilt and everything we don't know how to say. But at least we still have each other.

My claws rip the edges of the table, it groans as it crashes into the floor, the cake follows after. I match all over it, frost smearing against my shoes. My fangs are out, spit dripping down my chin as I growl and tear and rip until the living room is nothing but broken pieces. The door slams open. “You’re such a coward,” Valerie growls. I whip around, chest heaving, breath shaking. Her eyes are glowing red and her fists are clenched. She’s already shifted partially, just enough to show she’s ready to snap my fucking neck.