Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

That is, until the next afternoon, when I approached the underground club where he and his bikers often gathered and overheard their conversation. "Wow, Mason, you 'marked' little Elara already?" a voice said. My face flushed crimson. I was about to slip away when Mason's careless voice, laced with that unique lupine arrogance, cut through the air. "Of course not. Her wolf is weak—it is said that her dead father was a stupid human!" He paused, and I could almost hear his dismissive shrug. "My target is always Alice. She's a pureblood, and she knows a lot of secrets about those damn Alpha twin heirs. Only someone like Alice, with her pure bloodline, can help me return to the Constantine pack

Marco is one of the personal guards for the Luna from the Blood River pack, so he was on duty in the hall outside their suite when we came down the hall. My initial impression of him was how impressively large of a werewolf he is. He's not quite as big as their Alpha wolf, but close. A broad and muscular man, with a serious expression that makes him look intimidating. Marco is exactly what you think of when you imagine a bodyguard. He is clean shaven, with his black hair cut into a Caesar style haircut. His bronzed skin makes his light brown eyes stand out like shining topaz jewels. I swear my heart skipped a beat when his plum and rhubarb scent hit my nose for the first time and my wolf, Me

But even as I ran, I felt Aria's eyes on my back and I hate myself for wanting to go back to her. I reached the training ground at once and I saw two of the pack's soldiers on the ground, their heads were bowed to the ground and between them was a stranger. He was tall and muscular and he was wearing a mask, only his silver eyes were visible. He doesn't has the smell of wolf, he was just natural. "Who are you?" I demanded, raising the sword to his face and he smirked. "I came to deliver a message, Lucas " He said with a grin, an unsettling smile that smell of danger.

Anaya responded, “Are there any people you know named Scar? He killed someone dear to me. Please, if you can, help me in any way.” “This is just between us, right? I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking side to side. She said, as I agreed, “I don't know this Scar guy personally. Nevertheless, I met a man named Marcus, who was his low-level man. He worshipped that Scar guy. According to him, Scar was planning something big and he would stop at nothing. I don’t know anything else.” “Do you have any idea where we can find Marco?” she inquired.

“Myself, Marco DeLuca, and Victor Moroz.” “Marco and Victor?” Willow’s breath hitched. “They were in the circle? That explains Marco’s presence at the gates.” Roman gave a sharp nod. “I tasked Marco with the tech. Besides being a formidable Enforcer, that male is a ghost in the machine, a master of frequencies and hidden echoes. He rigged Vincent’s stone so we could hear the scratching of his thoughts even when he wasn’t projecting. As Marco holds stakes in the Vale’s northern trade routes, he was more than eager to excise that parasite from the pack hierarchy.”

“Ralph convinced them to stay. I don’t know how, but they’re not selling. Not now. Not to me.” Marco let out a dry chuckle. “You sound surprised. That boy's been holding this place together with duct tape and charm since your fall from grace. Hope they say is dangerous, we could have executed this for a long time if you had listened to me. Convincing the investors is just the simplest thing for him to do, given that he has been in the system for a long time, plus they trust him more than you." Marco turned, his voice cool and deliberate. “Then remove him from the equation. If only you can look at the brighter side of it, we can send him to a coma maybe for a year or a lifetime, depending on

Alpha Marco and Rodrigo returned to the apartment occupied by the CEO, the young man with glasses walked lightly to his apartment and is full of smiles, a sight that rarely happens. They chat and let go of homesickness, Marco is like a father figure to Rodrigo, a man who doubles as Alpha, as a caregiver, as a guide, and as the only support in his life. Marco is also the most credited person who has made him. A werewolf who turned into a successful businessman, with higher education, all thanks to a man named Marco Hall.