Branch Trolls Character Novels & Stories

The next second, he was so appalled that his eyeballs looked like they were going to pop out. That was because of a bunch of old branches coming out of Alex’s forehead. They wrapped themselves around the Corpse Sword, dragging it in. Hence, Alex managed to steal the weapon successfully. “That tree branch… What feeling is this? Could that be… Is that the Chaos tree?’

I used to know Trent when my father was still Alpha. He had been a good guy. Golden boy. Clean-hearted. The kind of guy I respected. Trent had moved to a different country to pursue his acting career. And his brother? This fucker here? He'd stayed back with his father and marinated in bitterness. Always barking about justice and equality, parading himself around as an activist. But what he really was? He was rot, wrapped in idealism. And now that I saw and recognized him, I almost laughed. Blaine—the revolution's face—was a stocky little blond with lashes so pale they looked singed. Built like a gym-rat accountant. Like the gods had given him muscles out of pity.

Then he left, casually heading up to his room, leaving me behind, reeling and wondering what this new game was all about. I slumped back into my chair, my thoughts swirling with a mix of anger, apprehension, and curiosity. What could he possibly gain from this fake generosity? The Raj I knew—my stepbrother, my one-time bully—was never the kind of person to do anything without a hidden motive.Generosity and kindness didn’t suit him; I knew his true nature—the heart of a devil wrapped in a handsome face. Wait… handsome? My mind quickly corrected itself. Handsome? No way. He’s the most unattractive devil there could be. His kindness was nothing more than a mask, hiding something far more sinist

I stopped, hesitantly and turned to look at him. "Miller," I mumbled, my eyes narrowing slightly. "What can I possibly do to assist you?" He looked at me for a moment, a grin etching its way onto his face. He was amused by the frustration he could see hiding behind my eyes. "Well, that's just it—you're my new tutor, Bloom." Oh, hell.

Especially mine, who have been taught and trained by ancient and powerful Binx. Flames suddenly rise from the forest floor a few feet in front of us. I conjure strings of magic and my familiars shadow over. Lucas whirls around, looking behind us. He’s the only one who thought this could be a distraction, and he was right. Ruth throws a magically charged branch through the air, broken with a sharp tip. “Lucas!” I scream and throw up my hand to stop the branch. I’m not fast enough, and the tip of the branch plunges right into Lucas’s chest.

Travis said with smiles. "Spill it!" Troy lost his temper and shouted at his brother. "You don't shout at me,I am also an Alpha!" Travis said in a cool but dangerous demeanor and left. Troy regretted shouting at his brother but he couldn't help it.He needed his brother because he has been the brain box since and he finds solutions very easily. 'Alpha, rogues entered inside our pack and stole the Alpha's staff of authority.' His beta said via mindlinking.

If he did, what meticulous act is he planning this time around? He confuses me. One moment he’s considerate, and the next he acts like I’m the most hateful thing in his eyes. It makes my blood boil. A knock jolts me out of my thoughts. The door creaks open, and Bran appears, one hand tucked into a pocket. I rise to greet him with a bow, lifting my head after he responds. “Glad you’re getting back into shape,” he says, and I can’t help but notice the snake tattoo peeking from the side of his neck.

We're ahead, but Bran's team is catching up quickly. He moves in closer. "You sure you don't need me to slow down?" I fling a pinecone towards him. Bran laughs and dodges. "Unnecessary aggression, Talia." I give a sly smile. "Get used to it." Minutes pass quickly as rivals grow stronger. We trace scents, pursue paths, and test our boundaries. My rivalry with Bran adds excitement to the chase. Then, it happens. I notice a large stag first, its antlers shining through the trees.

She asked the person who had just spoken, "Are you sure about this?" "Yes ma'am," the hacker replied. "Oliver is now the leader of the Russian mafia. He overthrew Sebastian and took control." A chill ran down my spine as I heard this. How could he do this? And how could we possibly win against him now that he had the support of the Russian mafia? The group of hackers went back to their computers and continued working, while Maggie and I stood there in silence, trying to come up with a plan. But my mind was clouded with fear and confusion. How could I possibly save my parents from my own brother, who was now more ruthless and dangerous than ever before? My legs felt weak beneath me as I strug

I didn’t think he was going to let us cross willingly. “Who is it that wants to cross my bridge?” The troll said from underneath. “I will not allow it, find another way.” The troll huffed. “Ben, could you come from underneath your bridge? I have a favor to ask of you.” Brax looked over at me with a warm smile. The troll coughed and scrambled up the bank side to meet us. He was short with long ears. He is a hefty, little guy with a big nose and green leathery skin. His clothes were dirty and worn. I couldn’t tell if it was his teeth or tusks that curved up from his mouth.