Christmas Trolls Book Novels & Stories

"I have never heard of such a thing. We can't talk to them." Ragnar made a defensive move against the thorn. "You live on an island. The sea is clean of such filth,' he said. Ragnar nodded. He stretched and yawned despite Kjell's words. He was suddenly tired. He threw himself into the fire and fell into a terrible sleep. He had many strange and scary dreams. He dreamed of a blind worm roaming the bottom of the sea and gnawing at the roots of the island. He dreamed of a twisted owl and a monstrous wolf. He dreamed of a huge beast with a human form but with a wolf's head. . Suddenly he was filled with fear. Because it looked like the creature he had dreamed of was sitting right there in the fi

“It’s the same in there with the third victim. There is no way we can make it look like an animal attack” Marta puts her hand on a stone. The granite starts to twist and this time the troll comes all out of it home, walking up to her. His face with the rough exterior and the huge round nose looks soft and the round eyes with the colour of moss is warm, despite the cold hard element he represents. “Be greeted. Thank you for your help tonight brother. I come to ask for your help once more”. “Be greeted vǫlva Marta”. The troll says with it’s deep rumbling voice. “We will see to it that this place is cleansed”.

Then a dozen feral werewolves and human hunters ran roughly in a rush towards them, and the family of trolls appeared fighting a desperate battle to stay hidden from the feral wolves, running wild, destroying, and tearing each other apart to take cover and to stay alive. Moreover, with the feral wolves, the chaos built up until no one knew what was going on, and the only thing left to do was run away. The family of trolls had been attempting to keep themselves and a few others alive, or withstand their ground and die as the dark land and their hidden dwellings burned around them with hostility and screams of the fallen.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

I kept going and then, I heard a sound: a guttural, grinding growl that made the marrow in my bones quiver. I froze. From between two trees, a shape lumbered into view. Massive, shoulders hunched, tusks glinting in the weak moonlight. A troll. Its hide was thick and gray, like stone carved into flesh, its eyes small and burning like coals. Another emerged beside it, then another, their footsteps pounding the earth. It was huge, they reminded me of the trolls I met in Raven’s underground wrestling ring only that these ones were more wild, unpredictable and predatory.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

No big surprise. "Huh. There's actually a pretty big section. You need a book on spells for gardening? Or how about one titled Weather Magicks? There's even one for love charms and a volume on breaking hexes. Nothing about magical Christmas decorations so far." "Try looking under 'Holiday'," she suggested. "This has something to do with your family, remember." "Good thinking." He moved again and Shelby went back to searching the desk.

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The pack moved cautiously, alert but undeterred. After several hours of walking, the group suddenly came to a halt as a rustling sound echoed through the trees ahead. Without hesitation, they fell into defensive stances, the wolves baring their teeth and the humans drawing their weapons. Emerging from the darkness were several towering figures—trolls, their massive forms lumbering into the moonlight. Damien’s heart pounded, his body tensing as he prepared for an attack. The trolls were enormous, with thick, gray skin and long arms that swung by their sides, but instead of charging, they stopped at a distance and raised their hands in a peaceful gesture.