Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

Ralph finishes his report and leans back on the chair he has been sitting on since we came in. Although, he confirmed what I've thought, but the thought of a low life like Drake destroying what I've worked so hard to get and maintain, made me extremely angry. " And he boasted about it? It's almost like he wants us to know that he is the one that did it". This must be his revenge for us taking their territory. And we were merciful enough to allow them to continue to live on their pack land as long as they pay their dues as at when due. And this is how he pays back our kindness?? Even he knows that being a pack means constant competition to expand the pack and now he's hating on us and destroy

There was no way I had misread the way Rune had responded to Micah or me in that tiny office at the rec center, but it was impossible to turn off the fountain of doubts spewing forth in my brain. After jacking up the car and getting the oil draining, I went to find the new filter and grab the quarts of oil to finish my first task, but the sound of breaking glass had me sprinting towards the danger, the car completely forgotten with the chance that Rune or the others might be in harm’s way. Running around the side of the yard, I kept my eyes glued to the ground as Blizzard’s barks echoed around me, the overgrown greenery making the route hazardous in the dying light.

I have high hopes that today is going to be a good day, and do you know why? I’ll tell you why. Ethan Reed. I didn’t think I would see him this early in the day but the heavens are on my side. I'm on my way to the recording studio to meet with the only member of RAZE who is actually nice to me, Alexander. We aren't what you would call friends, but he’s one of the few people who recognize my skills as a producer.

"Caleb? What are you doing here?" "Mrs. White, my admission ticket was burned to ashes. Could I get a replacement?" Mrs. White eyed me, her gaze drifting to my cast before moving away. "Each student only gets one admission ticket. I already specifically reminded you all to be careful with it. Who else can you blame but yourself for your own carelessness in losing it?" "I didn't lose it. Someone burned it—"

Abigail shouted. She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!" I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy. "I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said. I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."

“You’ve changed.” “No,” I said quietly. “I’ve clarified.” That seemed to interest him. “You won’t win cleanly,” he warned. “I don’t intend to.” “And if she gets hurt?” The room went deadly still. Marcus’ posture shifted. I didn’t move. “If she gets hurt,” I said calmly, “I don’t stop at dismantling.” Adrian held my gaze. For the first time— He hesitated. Just slightly. “You’re willing to burn everything,” he said.

Like any good Alpha, Raul never misses an opportunity to train with another pack’s warriors. Raul lifts his head to look at the clock on my nightside table before letting it drop back onto the bed. “As much as I want to sleep, I’m actually worried that only sleeping for say, an hour and a half might just make me more tired.” “I know. That’s the struggle I’m having.” I saw, unable to stifle my yawn. This makes Raul laugh. “Yeah, you’re struggling alright.” He chuckles. “Maybe you should try and get some rest, Scarlett.” He says gently, reaching over and brushing my hair off my face.” You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

Every reflection in the rearview mirror looked like golden eyes tracking my movements, calculating, hunting. My wolf was thrashing inside me, desperate and terrified, begging me to shift and run and never stop running. Not yet, I told her. Not yet. We have to be smart. We have to think. But thinking was nearly impossible when all I could hear was Zayne’s voice echoing in my head. Walking apocalypse. Rivers of blood. Extinct. I burst through my front door so hard it slammed against the wall and bounced back. I barely caught it before it hit me in the face.

Ralph POV With Alison’s hand in mine, we made it to the ward, not sure of what to anticipate; was it going to be a win or a loss? I had no idea, as soon as I re-entered Alison’s ward, talcum powder flew in our faces, followed by confetti, Iris started to blow a vuvuzela, which I had no idea she had brought to he ward. “Congratulations, Ralph,” Mike said, “You are our Alpha again for another 4 years; nobody can wrestle with that.”

Ralph passed me a glass of something gooey and black… “Jagger!” they yelled and lifted the gooey shit and drank it… “You have to drink it up, sister…” Ralph pressed and as soon as the black liquid entered me my insides were on fire. “What was that?” I slurred and he laughed. “It is the werewolf version of a human drink… This drink is a mean fucker…” He slurred back and I rolled my eyes. “I am going to be sick…” I said and, stumbling around, made my way to the bathroom.