Wreck It Ralph Mary Novels & Stories

There were expensive pine trees, old snow, and the stuffy suffocating scents of Alphas who knew they owned every inch of this ground and everything in it. Including me. At that thought, I lowered my head even more. I had known Rudolf was an elite school, but seeing it was different. It looked like something out of a magazine for the rich and powerful. Everything looked perfect and strong… except me. I forced my legs to move. "That's him," a girl whispered as I passed the main gates. "The disgusting omega boy from the Red-moon trash." Soft laughter bubbled through a group of students standing by a fountain. I didn't look at them.

*** After their adventurous yet fun time at Mall, they finally reached the theater. As he was parking the car, a thought suddenly hit Hazel. "Which movie are we watching?" Her genius curiosity was met with silence. "Theo." She nudged him but he showed no reaction. "What are we watching?" "If I tell you now, you will refuse to watch it with me." Plain and simple answer with no sugar coating. "What the-" She controlled her colorful language at his warning glare. "Please tell me it's not one of fifty shades series." Hazel begged, her nose scrunched at the mere thought.

The warrior picked them up, only two were broken and he moved slowly to them. "Look Mary, only two broke, '' he said softly, trying to help Ben soothe her. Two broke no more and you tripped, that is all. We aren't mad and we are so happy you love them",was chimed in behind him. She looked up at them and I could tell her tears broke many hearts that day. Mary was the cutest pregnant little wolf any of us had seen. She was small but her belly jutted out so cute.

And I can guess what it probably is. “Hey.” I say gently, “we’re going to figure out for certain if those are in fact vampires that your patrols and trackers smelled, and then we’re going to figure out the best course of action. You’re an amazing Alpha, Scarlett. You got this.” She smiles at me, but it’s a different smile than the one a few moments ago that was the smile of a woman content, post-coitus. This smile is the true one of a grateful friend. “Thanks, Raul.” She says as she reaches her hand out and begins running it through my hair. “I appreciate knowing that you’ve got my back.”

She grumbled under her breath. “Suit yourself.” I looked out the tiny window. I didn’t face her but I did come here to tell her so I’m going to continue to do so. “Darci is dead.” I spit out. Mary’s expression changed only slightly. She knew Darci. Not well. But well enough. I continued casually. “From what I’ve been told…” I looked back at her. “her head rolled right to Ralph’s feet.” Mary’s jaw tightened. “You expect me to feel sorry for him?”

My voice became scratchy as it rose and I watched the woman’s eyes scramble around the room once more before focusing unnervingly on me. “And that's not all Miss, she wasn't no prisoner too like Miss Raya said, she was part of Alpha Toph’s court, one of his warrior wolf spies.” She tittered and Igulped reflexively, trying to maintain the mask of indifference that was slipping from my face as I drew my feet back, making the red polish of the pedicure sag and run down the hangnails of my legs. Mary had been in the Burning City Castle? Somehow I had always thought she was born in the Stone City.

From the glint in her eyes, she was determined to do something for herself. "Yes, nanny, let's go." Said Maryah before she disappeared from her nanny and her knight's protection on the evacuation trip. “WAAARRWWWW, SMELL- HUMAN- DELI- HMM- KIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKK-” “KIIIIIIIIIK- BLUE HAIR- SNATCH- NOT KILL- HMM WAARRWWW!”

I smiled at her grabbing one of each. Mary is not what you would think of when you think of a werewolf. She was older, in her mid to late 50s, the same height as me with grey hair she kept tidy in a bun, but she was plump. Most werewolves stayed fit or at least average, but you could tell Mary spent most of her life in a kitchen because she was probably 160 to 170lbs, she carried it rather well though. I can’t blame her either, her cooking was delicious.

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

He shrugged before looking at Arlan, then Walter asked, “Can you start today?” Mary was sited beside Jerry, and he was giving her little tips on how to up her skills and win the game. She looked up and saw Walter walking towards them with Arlan. “What the fuck?” Mary said, squeezing her bottle of glass so much. It broke into tiny pieces, and her hand started bleeding. Jerry quickly tore a piece of his shirt and used it to wrap around Mary’s hand. “What is wrong?” “Nothing serious. Just do me a small favor,” she whispered.