Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

During that coffee, he'd casually mentioned that he knew she was dating a werewolf. Emma had been terrified. She'd known about Thomas being a wolf—he'd told her when they got serious—but she thought it was a secret. Safe. Marcus had smiled and said it was fine. He was a werewolf too. Actually, he was an Alpha. And he had a proposition. If Thomas provided small pieces of information—nothing that would hurt anyone, just basic intel about Cascade Pack operations—Marcus would make sure Emma's student loans disappeared. All $80,000 of them.

Three days passed in a haze of weakness and pain. The Wolf Soul Degeneration had progressed far faster than even the healer had feared. I lost the ability to shift the day after my diagnosis, and now I could barely walk across the room without collapsing from exhaustion. I probably only had three days left. Then, the entire pack erupted in chaos. The very same day, the pack announced that Kael would be mating with Ella, the heir to the Blackstone Pack, in three days. The Marking Ceremony would be the largest and most extravagant event our pack had seen in generations.

And I finally understood that every reason he'd ever given me, every single one, had been just an excuse. When the fog of lies cleared, what stood underneath was uglier than I'd been ready for. Raffina was the widow of Marco, the brother Raymond had buried. Marco had died three years ago, and afterward Raffina had moved into the estate. At the time, Raymond had held my hand and explained it carefully. “Raffina was Marco's whole world. I promised him I'd take care of her, so from today on, she's family.” Marco had spent three years undercover in a rival family. When his cover was blown, they shot him fifty-two times and let him bleed out, then dumped him in an alley for the rats.

Perhaps he was connected to all of this. That thought dwelt within my mind as poison. And the longer I stood there...The more convinced I became. My eyes slowly lifted toward the dark horizon. Toward the direction of Nightmare Pack. A dangerous smile appeared on my face. If Alpha Xander Marco was responsible for this...Then he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. Because this time...I wasn't going to sit back and watch.The wind howled through the trees. My wolf stirred restlessly. Somewhere deep within me, I felt it. The first flame of a war that was to change everything.

My attention drifted to Eldric’s clenched fists as he stopped beside me and opened our mindlink to seethe rage, “Fifteen years. Fifteen years of wandering restlessly and searching in vain. Fifteen fucking years of dead ends only to find out that the enemies were much closer than we anticipated.” A minute later, a group of werewolves approached from the main hall. My blood simmered the instant my eyes landed on a tall man with silver-streaked hair and calm blue eyes, leading the pack. Alpha Mark. The leader of the Crescent Pack. The man who had sheltered Tyler and Zelda. Halting before us, Mark acknowledged us with a polite nod, “Alpha Maddox,” his gaze shifted slightly, “Eldric Fenrow.” None

“Penthouse is the target—top floor, heavy security.” Valentina’s voice followed, sharp, from a rooftop vantage point. “My defector’s intel confirms it—mercs, snipers, traps.” Marsh’s voice growled, weak but resolute, from the safe house, his dock injuries slowing him. “I’m coordinating crews below. Watch for the mole.” A security console flickered, revealing files marked “Elena Markov.” Rosa’s hack surged, her voice urgent. “Markov—she’s the Architect. Lorenzo’s old mentor, ex-Syndicate.”

Zayn Dawson I had no idea why or how I had passed out but I woke up with a sharp pang in the back of my head. Most likely someone had clubbed me. A sucker punch. I was sure of one thing. It wasn’t the lunatic. My money was on the old crazy priest. Rafiki. It was him. The next time I saw him, I’d even the score. I just hope he didn’t die from what was to come. I felt the bump hiding behind my hair and gritted my teeth. Damn! It felt ugly. Looking around, I confirmed I was no longer in the crazy circle. I was just outside the camp. I could make outlines of the huts.

Ralph went up to his room and changed quickly to bed. He lay down quietly and stared at the ceiling. He had broken all his records today. His best friends, Jaxon Craddock and Gilbert Prescott would be shocked to see his state. His friends were based in New York where their headquarters were located. Ralph too longed to go there but he was unable to convince his grandma to shift. With his dad, Finn Van Halen living permanently in Amsterdam and his mom Jennifer David living in Detroit, he and his grandma hadn't met them in the last ten years. He had his trusted housekeeper, Jane to look after his grandma. He didn't like London much but he hardly had a choice. While Jaxon looked into the design

“I believe Wolf has achieved a great deal right now. The picture he sent me has been useful. In every place their meeting was being held, this same face has been seen. He is never seen going in but he is always seen going out. He is Mr. Anonymous. I have been able to put a name to his face as well. His name is Mark and from the information I have here, he seems to be an orphan who lost his parents when he was three years old. It is best to let Wolf out now. He will have more tasks to do for us regardless.” I smiled. “White Shark, please send two of our agents to the site where Wolf is currently. They are to disguise as mechanics. They will repair the punctured tyre and within this period, Wo

Tonight, it smelled like desperation and cheap whiskey the stench of men trying to claw their way back from hell. He was already waiting when I walked in. Marco. Once my equal, now a ghost wearing a borrowed suit. His cufflinks didn’t match, and his shirt collar had a crease that screamed he’d ironed it himself. His smile was too eager, too stretched across a face that had lost its confidence. He rose when I approached. “Damien Wolfe,” he said, forcing a laugh. “Still punctual as ever.” “Marco.” I sat down across from him. “You look alive. That’s more than most can say.”