Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

The doctor went pale, panicking, but Ezekiel cradled the urn in his arms. "Rebecca, that's enough. Let's go." He played the grieving brother, tears and all. If I hadn't seen his live stream earlier, I would have been fooled by his sorrowful expression. At home, he set the urn on the nightstand, refusing to bury it. Although it was fake, I felt creepy, eager to get rid of it. He only held it close, his voice dripping with fake devotion. "Giselle was like a sister to me. You wouldn't want her alone in the ground, would you?"

Dante sat back down, one hand resting lazily against the armrest of his chair while the other drummed absentmindedly against the desk’s edge. “We spent years cleaning up that mess,” Marco finally said, his voice carrying a weight that Dante rarely heard from him. “I didn’t think anything would come of it after all this time.” Dante smirked. “And yet here she is. Elena Carter.” He said her name slowly, deliberately. “The little girl who should have disappeared with the rest of them.” Marco’s jaw ticked. Dante leaned forward slightly, his fingers lacing together. “Tell me, Marco. What would you have done if you had recognized her sooner?”

Ralph The long-awaited day of the meeting had finally arrived. I was set to claim my new breeder from the Moonlight pack, the daughter of Alpha Grayson. The Greyhound pack and the Moonlight pack had been at odds for five years after a tragic incident in which my brother was killed by a Moonlight pack guard. This event ignited a deep-seated animosity in me, fueling my desire for revenge. However, I eventually sought to establish peace through a strategic agreement with Alpha Grayson. In exchange for his daughter's hand as my breeder, I would forgive the past and end the longstanding feud.

I couldn't help but ask. “His name is Ralph Winston. He used to be a vampire healer. He knows all kinds of medicines and sorcery as well. But then he has a secret only a few people know.” This was getting darker and darker. I never thought things would be this complicated. “Alright, go on.” I urged. “Ralph, is actually mated to a werewolf in another pack. Most people don't know of this, and I'm sure the pack in question would have buried this secret with those who knew.”

He could break a wolf's spirit when he's angry. I headed to the armoury and found a quiet corner to crush the pills to dust. The time was already a quarter past six, so I headed to the prison building to wait for the time. As I was walking, I bumped into Lilith. She had a backpack, so I guessed she was going to work on somebody. "You got a gig?" I asked her, trying to make small talk even though I didn't really have the time. I just thought it would be awkward bumping into someone you know without saying something to them.

He’s my best friend - if something is wrong then I should know about it. Again, Ralph shifts and then eventually clears his throat after he’s stopped fidgeting. “Not really…” he admits, taking another drink. This time it’s a larger swig than the last. Struck by this news, I instantly slide into the seat next to him, giving him my full attention. After all, this is serious business. It’s no secret that a werewolf pup is an important and valuable asset to any pack. As Lock Heart’s Alpha, I’ll do anything to keep ours safe. Especially for Ralph.

It's a good thing that it didn't rumble like a thunder and other people's voices around us covered its sound. "Oh, then let's go over there." Jake smile and gestured the three girls to go over the place I pointed out. Right, Jake is the best. Jen and Meryl and Ari are the best. Adrian is a little bit the best. And the other one, Maxwell? I don't really like that kid. Tsk. *** "You really suck at this, aren't you?" I sneered at Maxwell who on the other was struggling to play with the claw machine we saw in front of a convenience store, along the way to the bus stop.

The realization dawned on him: Ralph wasn't human; he was a werewolf. Trembling, the boss stammered, "Who are you? You're not human." Ralph didn't waste time with idle threats. He demanded, " if you let me repeat myself again, i’ll be sending one of your organs to boris" The boss, overwhelmed by fear and the tightening grip of Ralph's claws, finally relented. "She's... she's in the janitor's room," he stammered.

Chris loved giving meaningful names to his buddy, names that suit his persona. "I'm sure he must be going mad with every second you are wasting here, on me." Chris smirked. "Haha very funny. He isn't home." Hazel told him in careless manner causing Chris smirk to widen more, his brows raising up in taunting manner. "Oh yeah? Well, his car on the porch is telling me otherwise." Chris pointed at her back. Paled and with hitched breath, Hazel immediately turned around. There indeed was Theodore's black Rang Rover there, in all it's grace and lavishness.

He thought. When they entered the house he immediately saw Will and the others kneeling in front of a burial urn. On top of it was a large frame of Ralph’s picture hanging on the wall. Ralph in the picture was wearing a black tuxedo. He has narrow, hazel-colored, and cat-like eyes that make him appear sly and intimidating. His black hair was neatly brushed up and backward from his forehead. "Hey captain, how are things going on in there? Is it fun to look down on us?" Brad started with a grin on his face as if the person he’s talking to is just right in front of him.