Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

After violently excavating it, they unearthed a large number of antiques and were preparing to transfer them. So they activate a Gamma warrior code-named “Mark,” who has long been embedded within the enemy Pack. “Mark” is the male lead. His mission is to cooperate with “Jack” to locate the warehouse storing the tomb relics and help retrieve them. The scene I was filming went like this: After enduring countless hardships, “Mark” finally finds the warehouse where the relics are stored. But as he leaves, he’s discovered by the enemy, chased, and wounded. He cannot be killed or captured—if his identity is exposed, the years-long infiltration mission will be ruined. And he must survive to pass th

Russo dropped the gun to the floor, his gaze nerve leaning mine as he walked towards me. He took a squat before me and cupped my cheek. “You shouldn't have seen that.” My pupils dilated and my breathing became heavy. Mark was dead. Gone. “I made sure you would think that asshole had disappeared…the trashed apartment, the debit alerts you received, well, that one's fake. Your money is safe,” He softened his gaze this time. “I made sure you'd never go snooping around, Polema, but you just wouldn't let the sleeping dogs lie, would you?”

'Keep going with that and you can say goodbye to your meeting with Ezio. I grinned. 'You know what's strange?' 'You're gonna tell me.' He brushed the foam off my breasts and rubbed my nipples while at it. 'Mmph… Marco… he's not on the list….' Ralph kissed my nape and sniffed hard. 'You smell fucking good…..' 'Ralph, it's fishy….' He chuckled and kissed along my shoulder. 'I wouldn't call it so unless you're a mermaid.' 'No, I mean.' I turned around to face him. 'I need to look into Marco's spendings. He's in advertising, his spendings would make the list right?'

“We have an abandoned site by the docks, boss. It checks out.” I looked back at Alex. “If you’re lying, whatever happens next will make tonight look like a gift.” Alex nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “I’m not lying. I swear!” “Good,” I said, stepping back. “Marco, Take two men with you, it's just 10 minutes drive from here..” After twenty minutes, a call came through and I picked it. "Mark is dead" Marco says over the line. "He's dead"

I deleted the message immediately, and set the phone down with shaking hands. I decided not to tell anyone except Marco. "He's playing games." Marco said when I showed him the deleted message on my recovery log. "He's trying to get inside your head Alpha…beware of him." "It's working Marco, he's getting into my head." I admitted. "Don't let him in Alpha." His voice was firm. "Kest profits from chaos, if he's reaching out, that means he thinks there's chaos to profit from." "Or there is a possibility that, he knows something about Ralph." I countered slowly.

“Tell them we’ll need their forces soon. And reach out to my uncle, let him know about our new plan. Marcus nodded and turned to leave, but Ralph’s voice stopped him before he could exit. “One more thing,” Ralph said, his tone darker, more menacing. “If anyone gets in the way this time, I want them eliminated. No hesitation. No mercy.” “Yes, Alpha,” Marcus replied, bowing his head before quickly leaving the room. Alone once more, Ralph stood in front of the map, his gaze fixed on the mark indicating Damien’s stronghold. His lips curled into a cruel smile as he envisioned his enemy’s downfall.

I smirked at him, wondering what he was going to say this time. ““Where are your passes boys? I assume you have a reason to be late, Mr. Marshall?” Mr. Jenkins asked. Obviously, he asked me because I was Alpha of the Crescent Pack. I was leader and I was supposed to take care of all the responsibilities. Oh well, I was only in high school. I’ll let Warren take care of it again. He was the most responsible one. I shook my head and smirked. “Mr. Jenkins, you know I’m not the responsible one.”

I stood in the wreckage of the nursery, looking at the silver-oak wolf carving Marek had given Leo—now nothing but a pile of splinters and scorched dust. "The Marrow Protocol," I rasped, my voice sounding like raw meat being dragged over a gravel road. "Tell me exactly what that means, Marcus." Marcus stood at the jagged opening where the windows used to be, his face illuminated by the sickly purple flares of the Council ships retreating into the upper atmosphere.

I said carefully, and the man’s olive-skinned face broke into an amused smile. “That’s funny, neither do I.” He whispered and the hard edge in his voice told me he wasn't a wolf to be messed with. I had heard tales of Markov the Slayer. A white-haired wolf with the power to wield silver swords and not take any damage himself. A feat that exhausted even the great Fedora. There was no doubt that we would need him out there on the field seeing as the elders had refused to give us more soldiers. “To war and bloodshed then,” My smile was full of teethstopping just short of my cold, hard eyes before I snatched a goblet from the outstretched tray of a servant, raising it in the air as the wolves su

Lucas is anti to smoking but Ric wouldn’t let him live in peace without forcing him to inhale the smoke he blew. Kate sat opposite the boys watching them relish the food, occasionally stealing glances at the computer which is beeping. Ralph is giving them hard time but who’s to blame. If only Carl is thoughtful in the past like he’s now, Ralph wouldn’t have destroyed their docks delaying their deliveries. And now Lucas hired Xavier’s dock thinking he might help but that rogue is working for Ralph and ceased their goods. “You both reminded me of your childhood”