Hiveswap Troll Novels & Stories

’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing wings. ‘’What they are doing is defiance against Viscor Mukha’s laws!’’ DEOS XVI- END

In it, an honest-looking man had tears streaming down his face as he spoke. "My name is Howard Weller, and I was Adrian Luther's college classmate. Back then, we worked together to start up our career and formed the foundation for the Hive Protocol. "However, due to wanting to have the software all to himself, Adrian fabricated evidence and had me imprisoned! He stole all my hard work, and that's how he achieved all he has today!" The hall erupted into chatter as everyone turned their gazes to me. My heart sank when I heard the name "Howard Weller". Naturally, I remembered him, as he was indeed my college classmate and had worked with me to develop the Hive Protocol.

Reporters started shouting over each other. "Mr. Rowe, there's proof your daughter and Hampton Finch planned this. Comment?" "That so-called proof is fake!" he shot back. "Lily's phone was hacked. Those chats aren't real!" "What about eyewitness testimony from Leo Mercer?" "He's known Juliet forever. He's biased!" I stayed at the edge of the crowd, listening to the story twist itself into something unrecognizable. My chest felt tight—anger, helplessness, all tangled up.

Felicia didn't feel like digging, so she let it go. Savannah had just arrived at her office when she stormed in, furious. "Felicia, did you see what's happening on the forum?" Felicia scowled. "What's going on?" Savannah pushed her phone aside. "Observe this. Some trolls are spreading disgusting rumors. Felicia picked up the phone. Someone had written about her on the finance forum, including her name in the headline. It was a terrible title. The host of the most recent financial conference, Evelynn, slept her way to the top.

There’s nothing to gain by arguing with a troll. “Do you think you could take us to Raviva before things start collapsing and exploding? It’s all falling apart, in case you hadn’t noticed.” I didn’t bother explaining why it was all falling apart, or who had set it off. “Oh, it’s just a bit of lava,” said the troll, finally collecting himself. “Nothing to worry about.”

Mark Taylor’s said beseechingly, his face turned pale and eyes were reflecting deep fear. Alex smirks inwardly, seeing his face. “It was not his problem. But the big statements you made about business owners, police departments and government officials about your own city. You even dragged him in chaos.” Alex was slowly playing with his nerves. “Officer, I swear I didn’t post any troll against anybody. Somebody hacked my account to trap me.” Asked rolled his eyes. “Why will somebody planned to trap you in chaos, did you offended somebody?” Mark Taylor pursed his lips, indeed he has guilt but he can’t disclose it.

There were hundreds of users on the grid who believed it was a technique meant to purposefully harm human joints and cause long-term damage. There were several conversations going on about the Chaos Sequence. However, there was one more post on the official glitch forum that had an unrivaled popularity. This topic was still on top of the popularity charts. The post has over a half a billion views and a 1.3 million discussion threads, and it is now ranked first in the trending category. [Trending #1 - The most awaited List of 100 most overwhelming clans and 1000 most powerful individuals is released by the Immortal Crawlers!!! Results will shock you!!]

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

With that, she slammed the door shut. I stared coldly at the door, pulled out my phone, and opened a forum I often visited. I found an old thread of mine that had once gone viral and left a simple message. "I'm back." The moment it was posted, replies flooded in like a tidal wave. "Finally! Where have you been for the past half year? You promised to come and challenge us in painting!" "Seriously! We've waited for years to see you in person. We have to meet you!"

Swipe. Swipe— “Wait!” My heart drops. My finger freezes. “I just swiped off a headline, and I swear that looks familiar.” “CEO of TrekTide Harvey E-commerce Company…” “Wait… TrekTide Harvey? That’s Malik’s company.” Gigi says. My chest tightens. “What’s happening? Why’s he suddenly in the news?” I ask. “Who's cares!” She yells bouncing off with the brand new phone. He's not that popular to be in my news feed, so what was that? I tap my browser to search.