Argh Trollhunters Novels & Stories

he whispered. "I know, I knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." I looked up at him. "Can I at least hug you? I miss you." I nodded yes, he pulled me to him hugging me gently. I kind of half hugged him. Out of nowhere, a feral growl made me freeze. I turned just in time to see Arrow lunge forward. He tackled Darren knocking him to the ground before raining punches into his face. A sickening crack echoed through the air as he broke Darren's nose.

I wouldn't be taken captive! "You'll regret this." Furious anger roared through me. I felt Snow's fury as well, fueling me on. I yanked my arms together, using the trolls' strength against them, and flipped over, so I faced them. Flapping my wings, I used my magic to make my wings pointy, like swords, jamming them in the eyes as I stepped forward. In unison, they screamed out in pain, lessening their grip on my arms. I slapped my hands together, knocking the disoriented trolls into each other. They crumbled to the ground. I stomped down, crushing their oversized heads into a dark, pulpy puddle.

Come to think of it, I don’t think that I have ever seen what kind of talent he has. I decided to wait and see what he was about to do. He is a hunter and a captain. Surely he can handle the hellhound. Archer begins to raise his right fist, which is glowing yellow and blue. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and assumed that his talent was something related to electricity or thunder. But then suddenly, a strange energy encapsulated his fist and made it gigantic. He gives the hellhound a massive uppercut, sending it flying and knocking it back. I snapped out of my trance and shot the last bullet at the hellhound as it was flung back. The last hellhound finally goes inside the shadow

Swirled at the back of my mind like a ghost refusing to go away. Howling, I swung my head to the left. Inhaled deeply. There was a deer to our left. Large. Imposing. Male. The only sex I would hunt since that night. Following my lead, Nerezza went right, followed by Zaven and Kallik. They closed in whilst the Alastair or Amadeus, I couldn't tell them apart in wolf form, rounded left with Lysander.

Alexander reached back and held up the hands of Lord Colton and Jason as their heroes. The trolls quietly slid out of the back of the herd.

Alpha Qillalon and his scouts are a few meters away from Gamma Sevy and Vesper when all of a sudden a twelve-foot fire troll runs towards them. Alpha Qillalon and his scouts immediately smell wolf blood all over the fire troll. Without any delay, they assemble in a formation and attack the fire troll.

I keep killing and finally see Jake start to funnel his side to Jonathan and I do the same. I don’t think this attack will ever end. I need to cut off this attack. I need to find the source. I see a boulder and Trevor jumps up. Trevor-They aren’t real. Me- Can we howl and stop the attack. Trevor-Worth a try. Trevor lets out a long howl. Both Jonathan and Jake show submission.

Another hunter pointed out, and Gavin and I had achieved our purpose. "I guess we have to go back to the drawing table to find out who is behind these attacks." Gavin said, "I sent a team of hunter's to checkout some rogue activities down town and it checked out. Unfortunately my team killed all eight of them. I feel it is quite strange that rogues could organise themselves like this. We all need to be on the look out." Gavin said, and they all agreed. We all talked some more and dispersed from the joint.

he plead with her “we can still do the right thing” Herk slowly makes his way over towards Lawrence, I keep my eye on his every move. Bryat walks closer to me. Tara shakes her head as tears fall. The next thing I know Herk knocks Lawrence out cold as he shifts back to human form. Tara’s eyes go wide “what the hell?!” She screams still holding Claire but her grip loosens as she fights the urge to move to her mate and as I debate taking advantage of her weakness and pounce on her to get Claire, but it’s too risky.

“Let's go.” Amidst the eerie moonlight, a gruesome scene unfolded in the heart of the desolate forest. Feral werewolves, their primal instincts unleashed, clashed in a chaotic display of savagery. Fur flew through the air as claws tore into flesh, and guttural snarls echoed through the night. Bloodstained soil bore witness to the fierce territorial battle, each werewolf driven by an insatiable desire for dominance. Amidst the frenzied carnage, a group of trolls observed from their hidden vantage point, eyes gleaming with mischievous delight. The trolls, masters of secrecy, watched the werewolves tear into each other with an unsettling curiosity, relishing the spectacle of nature's brutality