Branch Trolls Character Novels & Stories

“Of course, it is still running…..do you have a big scoop for me?” “Yes, a big scoop indeed… I want you to post some news tomorrow morning.” “Hold on, let me get a pen and paper.” This took a while “Alright, I am ready now.” “Bran gets stuck in a love triangle with his wife and her secret lover at a party of popular influencers.” “Wait, what?? Bran? Bran Garner??” “Are you taking this scoop or not?” “I am sorry, I just was not expecting the main character of this scoop to be your husband’s nephew.”

She locked eyes with me and then with Bronn. "Why are you bullying my mommy? You're bad!" Willow shouted at Bronn. "I thought you were a nice uncle, but you're just a big bully!" Before I could react, Willow darted forward, her small hand connecting with Bronn's leg. "Willow!" Damn! I gasped, lunging forward to pull her back. She clung to my thigh, her body trembling against mine as she continued to glare at Bronn. Well, she definitely inherited Bronn's strong territorial attitude!

Sandra Ashbourne POV “What is his true deal anyway? His beast clearly does not like your presence, yet his claws won't let your life go free. Don't tell my brain he is doing this horrible thing just to get back at your skin? If that is the true case, his inner wolf is downright twisted and scary.” My friend Blossom Blythe lets out a giant, angry huff as our boots walk toward her transport wheels.

Adam rubs his neck, "I have a solid idea about who it was. The fruit bowl was bugged." We look at him him shock. "What?" I gasped.

Kim rewinds the show to the bit we were on when they first arrived, pausing it while the other two boys sit down. "My brother Shane." She points at the green eyed boy, then at the other two who are already talking about the episode and what's about to happen, she throws a chip at the two furthest away from her and then swipes her hand over the back of the head of the blonde beside her. "Oi, Jake's not seen this before, no spoilers. These two are Luke and Billy, who practically live here too." "Sorry." Her brother smiles sheepishly. "It's a really good episode though."

The branch leader in Mordu, for example, was none other than Oliver Bauer himself. From this perspective, Hugh’s identity did seem quite terrifying. “Longmen?” Harvey chuckled. “Even the leader of Longmen has to pay me respects.” “You’re scaring me with a branch leader? Is your brain not working?” “If I kill you right now, it wouldn’t be any different than killing a dog.” Tristan was boiling with anger. “Bastard! I dare you to say that again!” “Do you believe that I can cripple you right now?!”

Bran had been eating and sleeping fighting since he was in his mother's womb, of that much I was certain. He was all tattooed and cocky as shit, crouched down in front of Iris I could sense he was enjoying the view a little bit too much as Iris crouched down in her little sports bra and yoga tights, her long brown hair was pulled back into a pony and she had a certain look in her eyes. She looked determined to take him down and I wondered why, it was at that moment that I realized it was because of what I had said earlier. I had told her that Bran was going to represent the fighting division, ah fuck.

I thought, hope surging through me. It was Bryan, but he looked different. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt or a suit. He was covered in a liquid silver armor that looked like living water. His eyes weren't brown or gold, they were a bright, glowing purple. He held the silver fountain-pen spear in his hand, and it was buzzing with electricity. "Get away from that switch," Bryan said. His voice was deep, echoing like a thunderclap. The janitor didn't look scared. He just sighed. "Great. A 'Glitch' character. You guys are always the messiest to clean up."

There—a branch shook, the hint of a figure retreating deeper into the shadows. Cathrine’s lips set in a hard line. Without giving the assailant a chance to escape, she dashed forward. Her claws extended, digging into the tree trunk as she climbed with a fierce determination, scaling the heights with impressive speed. From below, Kieran’s friends stared up at her, their faces pale with fear. The sight surprised Luca. Why are they frightened? he wondered. They have powers, just like us.

He had achieved this position through merit, unlike Grun, who had secured it through her lineage. Bran had been exceptional among his 13 siblings, skilled in combat and rumored to be as formidable as the organization's ancient founders. Sharing a name with the founder had only further fueled his desire to lead the organization to glory. He had worked diligently to nurture countless talents and fighters, making the organization so formidable that other factions dared not oppose them. The organization's reputation and renown had spread far and wide, and Bran had retired content. He had believed he would never have to intervene in the organization's affairs again, but his optimism had been misp