Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

One by one, Gomez's men filed out until the room was empty. “Oh, please.” He turned to me before he left “Tell Sanders I hope this stays here and doesn’t spread. I'm cleaning up my son's shit and I hope he turns his nose away from my business. You know, favor with favor is paid.” He looked at me with amusement at the scene that, in my opinion, was the most frightening of my life. “Don't worry, he won't die, at least not from that bullet...” “How do you know?” I asked, looking scared at Mark still unconscious.

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

Moments like these made me feel old when I desperately crawled into my memory, and then something triggered my brain because in an instant, Ralph’s face flashed before my eyes, and I froze. Ralph has this exact birthmark on his left arm, amidst a canvas of scars he acquired as a result of his glorious career as the right-hand man of a mafia kingpin. The birthmark always stood out, a little prominent on his sun-kissed skin, and I knew deep in my bones that the information I had was earth-shattering.

The pack has faced a lot of confrontation from neighboring packs for its resources, weapons that were made from Lycan blood by Alpha Fenwick, one of which was modified by Marco’s father solely to kill a Lycan—and that weapon was used against Lowell by Marco. “The bodies we found have the Nightowl mark,” Stephen confirms, straightening as Marco shoves on his jacket. “Damian’s broken the damn deal. Guess he’s forgotten who he’s dealing with.” Marco’s voice drips with menace, and he doesn’t waste another second. “Let’s go remind him.”

And now they’re standing here, ready to tear me apart. At the center of them stands Markus Vale, Xaden’s right-hand man. They fled the pack together. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a scar carving a brutal line from his temple down to his jaw. He lifts his chin when he sees me, a slow, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So,” he drawls, voice booming so loud, “the fake Alpha finally shows.” A few wolves growl in agreement. Others lower their heads.

Our team combed the forest countless times, took statements and returned more and more sullen. - Yes, as much as possible, - Rok wearily collapsed in a chair. - Did you find something? Mark asked, he and my grandfather were just in the office to replace the window, and I, anticipating the imminent return of the team, followed them. "Nothing," Derek shook his head. Reid walked silently to the restroom. The door was left open, and I saw him wash his face and then lean over the sink wearily. She glanced at Alex, who sighed and shook his head. Things are bad.

“No, she wasn't! Angelica wasn't my first mate! She was my second chance! No one gets a third! And even if I did, this isn't it! This was a mistake! I only marked her because I thought she was Angelica. I'm an idiot, and now I'm paying the price! The fucking mark hasn't worn off yet, and now she's all I can think about. My wolf won't leave me alone. He wants her so bad. This is ridiculous! We should want Angelica, not this stranger! I'm so ashamed! I know she's gone, but I belonged to her! No one else was supposed to have me,” Ryder said through tears, his legs giving out as he crumpled to the ground, pulling out of Marcus's grasp. Marcus knelt and looked at the broken Beta for a moment. He

he growled, his voice dripping with disdain as he emerged from the shadows. I scoffed. “Beta Ryker, long time, no see.” “You are a fucking traitor,” he hissed. “And you are a fucking bastard. It was you who had influenced my father to get me marked by Rowan.” Momentary surprise flickered on his face. “You thought I wouldn’t know about it? I knew it the moment I saw you standing with my father, in total agreement to his decision. Because of you, my pack members have suffered a long.”

“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