Argh Trollhunters Novels & Stories

Aven finally arrived at a very dilapidated old hut. He stumbled into the hut. The argan who had seen him earlier turned out to be chasing them like a madman. The possessed volt had Iron Talent and the evil soul must have possessed him for less than five minutes, because judging by the way he throws attacks, it looks very awkward and often misses. However, an attack in the form of a sharp iron stick managed to hit his left hind thigh, making his leg limp even more with increasing pain.

Argo followed Riri from afar, he would not give up. Riri started running..and Argo did the same. He's just an ordinary human… Riri is a werewolf, logically… Argo won't be able to catch up with Riri.. at all. But he is determined...and all his experience so far, allowed him to run almost as fast as the werewolves. He followed Riri quickly.

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

"You're sweating through your clothes, Theo. Your pulse is erratic." "I'm fine," I snapped, pulling away and standing up, though my knees wobbled. "I just had a headache." Oliver looked at the cloak on the bed, then back at my pale face. "That's not a headache, Theo," Oliver said softly, his voice dropping to a cautious whisper. "It looks like you're passing through severe pheromone withdrawal. Your body is searching for its mate." "He is not my mate!" I snarled, my Alpha instincts flaring in defense, though my voice cracked pathetically at the end.

“I’m sorry... I just thought maybe you should just choose me instead of some she-wolf. I know you better.” Warg dragged her with her legs and began swinging her around like a hula hoop. As a result, her body was thrown forward and collided with the fucking bench. The door to my dungeon swung open, revealing Salvatore. “You dare try to mark me!” Warg roared as he spoke; he was enraged; he choked her once more in an attempt to end her life; however, Salvatore went on his knees and begged him. “Warg, please.” Warg’s eyes widened in surprise; he abhors it whenever anyone in his family shows respect to him by bowing. After spotting a window, he jumped out of the building through the window and st

I rolled my eyes at him, and he gave another shout of laughter. The ride continued in silence until we got to the main highway. I could see a dark shadow of a vehicle parked off to the side and realized it was Nellie and the other warrior. They flashed their lights at us and followed us up on to the highway. I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. “Is it true you were a werewolf hunter?” Bob asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me earnestly. “Yeah,” I acknowledged.

Jordan's eyes were fixed at Volkan's helpless ones, as he mouths his last words to him. Please save her To only have him go still and that's when Volkan roars a deep cry of agony , that shook the very floor of the forest. The tear drops falling from his brothers still eyes, breaking him completely. Making him go berserk like a mad wolf. Tearing apart the hunters that came towards him, he heaped a pile of dead bodies seeing nothing except red. Managing to reach the crying child, he shifts and picks up the two year old in his arms. Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords.

A few hours later . . . --------------- ---------------- It had taken a while, but Johan had hurried out to the woods and located the hunting pack, and they had all made haste back to the Den. Their faces were grim and wracked with guilt as they dropped their kills off at the main table. They had been out having fun while their friends were dying. The lycanthropes burst through the opening and looked around. Tarloh went over to Arthur to check on the wounded. Talia checked in with Grunt, who had been piling up the bodies of their enemies . . . and friends.

She commanded. “What if I don’t stay away?” Argon shot back, breaking through his command. “Then I’ll make you disappear myself.” “I bet you will regret it,” Argon snarled. Trent turned toward the window and froze. He saw a stranger in his land, not even a pack member. “She’s been found.” the person said and Trent heard it with his supernatural hearing ability. His blood turned to ice.

Rori squeaked, and immediately Destiny darted in front of her new sister to stand almost toe to toe with Arthur. As the High Court Councilman stared at the astonishingly bright orange orbs staring back at him his mouth fell open as he jerked his thumb in her direction then turned to Murdok, who was still standing with his arms crossed and a stone-cold expression on his face, “Murdok… this is not the same small bundle of rags you sequestered from that vampire coven over ten years ago is it?” While Murdok only gave a curt nod, Destiny squared her shoulders and cocked her hand back before she threw her shoulder forward and slapped Arthur across the face as hard as she could. Although Destiny wa