Black Hair Troll Dolls Novels & Stories

Deep red lips, long lashes, and bold, winged eyeliners. My hair turned to a braided crown sitting on top of my head, accentuating the curve of my neck. It has pear beads and a few diamonds pinned on them. A couple of loose curly locks sprang on both sides of my face. “No, that's not me.” For a moment, I was stunned, staring at the lady looking back at me, and I refused to believe in calling it my reflection. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Todd grinned behind me with hands on my shoulders, preening at the masterpiece they made.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

"My name is Dilly," the lady troll introduced herself to Amorivia. This was her dream to see all the mythical-- well, now real creatures in the books she always loved yet... it scares her. "Don't be frightened, I'm a good one. I don't eat children." Dilly assured her. Amorivia gulped. "I'm Amorivia." She was shaking in fear. The troll has a big rock nose and her hair was like of those vines Tarzan would grip on to when he swings.

A few days later, Carol went to Tiny Blessings’ factory on her lunch break. The R&D department was documenting Titus’s kinks and his preferences. Then, they created a 3D image of the doll’s appearance based on the information. They had already finished creating the image. The 3D image was wearing a black pencil skirt, and they could put her into different states. She could have her hands bound by a necktie, handcuffed, or have her eyes covered. But her face was missing. Carol did not dare to tell them that Titus liked her face.

She grabbed Ariel's hand and ran off with her. "Hey, wait up!" Ernest yelled while rushing behind them. They all walked inside, making the little bell on the door go off. "Polly? Ariel?" Ms. Tally said. Tally is a Black woman who always wanted to run her own clothing line. And through racism, people breaking the windows and even trying to burn it down once, Tally stayed strong and continued doing what she loved. She doesn't get as much business like white owned stores, but definitely enough to make a living.

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

She muttered before taking a step even further than before. That was when she saw it…. A guy something like in his early twenties, coughing out blood…. She could see the two black horns that were attached in his head, and his fingers and feet nails were all black. Darla didn't fail to see the colour of his eyes that was Golden, and mixed with silver, making it look unique. "There's our chance, we can't let the Demon Lord escape this time around. He has been superior to us all for almost eternity, it's time to end his reign!".

“Yes, because Sebastian may seem like a monster, but he has devoted some time to make sure that you, his family, your children survive this world he’s still having trouble navigating.” After the conversation ends, Trent had some pep to his step. After leaving his room, Sebastian moves through the living room towards his bar. Sitting there is Vera Black, a woman of moderate height and beauty. Her fashion sense is garish, and the fur-coat she wears appeared too hot for any kind of weather. “Sebastian,” the mousy woman greets, and Sebastian pauses, but continues. “Darling.” She moves around the bar to greet him, a square glass half-filled with dark liquor.

she giggled while her slutty minions joined in with their coordinated, silly sounding giggles. “And may I know who is this walking and talking voodoo doll ?” I asked sweetly while cocking my head sideways with an innocent smile plastered on my face. “Is she Ursula incarnated ?” I wondered out aloud. “But wait ! She had white, fluffy hair. This one here has dry and dead looking, dirty brown hair,” I commented while scrunching my face in a clear expression of disgust. I am pretty sure that the dolled up bitch in front of me must have spent loads of money and time in God knows how many hair spas but how dare she call MY boyfriend as hers and call me a ragged looking pauper ?

Even Tahlia backpedaled. Sure enough, inside, there was a a heart. It beat within the chest of a doll. It was wrapped in white fabric that was stained over time to a tan. It was also made of some kind of moss or straw. Wrapped around it were two cuts of hair. One was long, brown and the other was a tuft of grey fur. I looked back at Tahlia, realizing that they were using her own hair and fur to make sure she couldn’t leave. Even if she was able to shift again, she still wouldn’t have been able to leave this place. The witch had covered all their bases.