Wreck-it Ralph Racers Names Novels & Stories

The only difference between them was that Racer had a mole under his left eye. They’d forced me to learn the differences between them by bullying me endlessly when I messed it up. Now I was the only one in the Asara pack that could tell them all apart. But I dread their faces now even more than before. "Did you think you could hide from us?" Vanquish asked with viciously narrowed green eyes. “What are you doing?” I leapt back. Vanquish took a long step to follow me. “Coming to see you.” Racer said. A dangerous light brightening his blue eyes.

The legend of the mysterious racer was growing, and I loved every second of it. "Well, well, well," a familiar voice called out. "If it isn't our favorite speed demon." I turned to see Violet approaching, her own racing suit a stunning combination of purple and silver. Behind her came the rest of our usual crew—Axel, whose massive frame looked ridiculous squeezed into his bright yellow racing suit; Luna, the only other woman brave enough to compete in this testosterone-fueled world; and Dash, whose nickname was earned by his complete inability to drive anything slower than terrifying.

Ralph didn't get to finish his statement when the loud sound of Ryker's bike echoed through the surroundings. "Wait..." he trailed off taking the stopwatch from my hand. "You didn't take up to 5 minutes Sir. Just 3 minutes." I didn't even understand what Ralph was talking about. I know nothing about racing. Whether car racing or motorcycle racing. I don't usually watch sports so I don't know the timings and all. "I'm going for another round," Ryker spoke up. And before any of us could say anything, he had already taken off. "Looks like he's in a bad mood today," Ralph said more like to himself but I couldn't help asking. "Why?"

The quiet stretched, heavy with everything unsaid. The next few days passed in sharp, vivid bursts. One evening Jax decided they needed to blow off steam. “Race me,” he said, tossing her a helmet outside the garage. His eyes gleamed with challenge. “Loser owes the winner whatever they want tonight.” Hazel grinned, adrenaline already spiking. They tore out of the compound on their black Harleys, engines roaring as they hit the twisting back roads. Wind whipped her hair under the helmet, the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest tight against her chest.

The Rams didn’t make it to the Superbowl so it was safe to say that he was mine after they lost to the 49ers. Oh–oh, by the way, guess what I bought?! Guess!? No. Don’t know. I’ll give you a good guess, she’s the one thing I’ve been craven, my haven…nevermore. I was trying to rhyme here. Still don’t know? Fine, she has two wheels and she’s matte black. Yes! I bought another H2R. At first, Alec and my Dad were against it because it brought back unwanted tragic memories. I get it, I do, but I missed her. I made sure she looked just like my old Raven and named her Raven2.

Before he got into the car, he glanced at me, his eyes slitting over to Jackson in what I thought looked like anger and jealousy. Despite myself, I was rooting for him. He was my childhood best friend after all. I didn't want him to lose. But, I also lowkey hoped he wasn't good enough to race Jackson in the coming races. William won. The next game after that was between two people I didn't pay attention to. Jackson raced after them. It was a breeze. Despite the underhanded tricks that the other racer did, Jackson won. But he was almost hurt in the process. There were a couple of other races involving Speedy and William. They both won them. As well as one other Tierry. The last four racers we

Williams said as they rushed out. Williams couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Raph drive like this. He knew Raph used to race, but this was something else. “Watch out!” Williams yelled as a car suddenly appeared at the junction. “Way ahead of you,” Raph said smoothly, dodging it with ease. “Where’s the car?” Raph asked. “We’re close, but if we hit this traffic, we’ll lose them,” Williams said, worry written on his face. “Relax, man. I’ve got this,” Raph grinned.

The MC asked and the lights immediately turned green, Dell was the first to zoom off driving in so much speed, Raymond the ROLLIES top car racer was the second in line and he was chasing after Dell back to back leaving out no space, “Rolland is one hell of a car racer” Zack muttered, “He's not the top in ROLLIES for nothing” Dell added “He's nothing close to Dell, trust me Dell is a badass and will not allow the to win this time” “ROLLIES thinks he's in a competition with Dell but Dell took this as fun that's more reason he's going to win” Dante said with a smile “I trust Dell is probably smiling right now seeing how hard Rolland is trying to win” Zack muttered

One day soon I will take my revenge. "We're almost there, sis. Just a few more minutes." I say as we come up to the last turn. Then it hits me. My wolf starts to go wild, howling and acting unease. "What the hell is wrong with you, Black?" "Ricky... I... I think mate is here." "WHAT?" I yelled out, making my driver press the brake and causing Molly to spill her juice. "Ricky! What the hell?" "Alpha, everything ok?" my other driver and the rest of my warriors in the other cars say as they barge around my car. "Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry guys, continue." I announce, making them look at each other in concern.

Raymond piped up. "Okay, here you go." He handed them the keys and soon enough everyone was strapped in their various motors. "Ten grand for the winner." "You look hot." Storm commented as Teq revved her engine, the blazing red colour reflecting the sun as the hot wheels design at it's side made her look even more badass. "I don't mix business with pleasure hun." She slid on her helmet while the countdown started. "Go!" They all raced down the trails, readying their motors for the steep hill before going down another road, each hitting the accelerator abruptly to jump over puddles of mud. Unfortunately, Sal got stuck. "Dang it!'