Argh Trollhunters Novels & Stories

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

"Why?" Wiggy turned his head, only to find the Trolls aiming with one-sided eyes. There is no need to look twice where the point of the bow child is pointing. Swallowing the saliva, the young man flapped his butterfly wings almost as fast as a hummingbird, causing the wind to sweep their chicks upward. When Lillian turned her head back, the Trolls began to draw the bowstring, just waiting for the order until the bowls flock to fill the sky. Lillian whispered again. "Wiggy, we have to find shelter ..." Right after that, Edmund lowered his hand which meant the order for the Trolls to unleash the attack. Thousands of arrows shot from bottom to top, like reverse rain, suddenly Lillian screamed o

He was an intermediary to the Moon goddess, Luna. Lucian flexed his jaw and stood to speak. "I want everyone to go with this mindset: A bloodbath. It's going to be a bloodbath and the Argents are going to defend themselves heavily. Do not go thinking it's going to be easy just because you're some special superhuman." Ahamad sniggered, sparing Zulahk, who had joined them for today's meeting a glance. The blond-haired German choked out a laugh and nodded his head, evidently surprised that the younger brother to the former Alpha wolf had looked at him.

he asked. "It was up in the attic with everything else. I found it last Halloween, shortly after I moved into the house." "Interesting. Well, where do you want it? He should have a place of honor. You know Halloween is an unofficial holiday for wolves." Jamie gave him a skeptical look. "I don't think I've ever heard that before. Wait. You're just making it up right?" He shook his head. "Not at all. I, uh, read it somewhere before."

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

Feinting left, I attack from the right, my fangs sinking into his arm, before my claws end his struggle. The final 2 mages are attempting to regroup, but Arlo is on them with the speed of lightning, cutting off their incantation mid-sentence and ripping out both their throats with incredible speed and precision. We search the cave and the surrounding area, but there’s no trace to be found of Maelor or Arista. We’ve managed to weaken them, but the leaders seem to be hiding, Arlo communicates to the team. We don’t know how many are left, but we know they’re cowards, willing to use their less experienced members as shields.The wolves growl in agreement. Now let’s go and find the others and see

My eyes rolled up. “They are here, I told you they will come for our pack.” My jaw dropped, I looked back at the healer's room. He nodded and assured me that Leo would be safe. “What do they look like?” I followed him outside. “Like wolves, and trollocs.” he tried to explain. “Trollocs?” I haven't heard that name in centuries. The last time I heard about it was a story, I couldn't even tell if the person was lying. One of them jumped on our fighters, right in front of me.

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.