Homestuck Characters Trolls Novels & Stories

"These are the trolls. They love singing and eating. Their life revolves in partying and sleeping. Also, they are known for being fond of anything sparkling, and so they used to hoard large amounts of gold and silver. Laying one's hands on these treasures is one of the chief rewards for getting the better of them." Professor Morgan started his lesson with a brief introduction about the background of Trolls. According to him, the reason why these trolls were kept in an underground chamber is for their own safety. Trolls have one fatal weakness, and that is the sun. Apparently, when a troll was exposed to sunlight it will immediately be turned into a stone. Being a lover of music and arts in n

94 *In the kingdom of trolls* (Trolls here are not like those cute ones in the movie. Hell no! they are like giants. Just like werewolves and vampires trolls also have split personality. They are called night creature because as soon as sunlight touch their skin they becomes stone instantly and are 5 times bigger than an Alpha werewolf. they are known for being extremely cold hearted species as they never shed a single tear in their entire life time and no they are not stinky or dirty but extremely clean freaks!)

She appeared deep in thought, “No, it all happened in a flash, I saw it all happen and then I charged towards you then I saw the snake…” Dragomir didn’t understand what she was saying but he was going to probe later. He pulled the reins of his horse, she did the same, and then they began to ride in the direction from where they came. Then suddenly there was a loud outcry and an army of trolls emerged, they were very short like dwarfs, looked like they had aged centuries, dressed in drab clothing. Some had very large ears, noses and eyes. Their hair was balding, some had sores scattered over their already disgusting, wrinkly skins.

Then he expanded, “But then if we both killed him, that would make it five and a half to four and a half. Don't you think so?” They arrived at the trolls and snapped out of their friendly altercation as Anna vanished the fire that protected them. “I am starving. Let us eat something,” mumbled Anna. "Why am I not surprised?" "And why are you such a jerk, David? I'm bloody hungry." Trozan stepped backward fearfully. Anna paused, then chuckled, “...Hey. Fret not my friend trolley dear, we are not going to eat you. We! Truth be told, we would not even eat those feral. Ew! Disgusting really.”

Akillim sucks in a chunk of air, and exhales loudly, while watching the little trolls hurry away with his meal. "I found that under a tree trunk, it was dead and I never thought it was someone's." "Grods are fledglings of trolls," Ceira stomps down. "they hide their catch from the adults." "And what are you doing here?" Akillim, shifting his strength from his sprinting dinner, to the elf beside him. "I thought I told you clearly to stay far away from me?" Folding both his arms, he looks beyond her beautiful woven red hair, into her oval shaped blue eyes, anticipating an answer.

“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.

They were not that big but they were rolling down like they were being thrown at them. They stopped and looked at these rocks. They rolled down until they got to them, one ran over Ambrosia’s foot making him hiss in pain. When they stopped suddenly, they popped heads and feet appeared. They were Trolls. “Apologies if we scared you, my king.” One of them said. “They were really not lying when they said you guys look ugly,” Ambrosia said making Luka laugh, and the Trolls glare at him. He was still angry about being run over by one of them.

"You surely have a knack at attracting everything, Abby. Of all the people, I wonder why the trolls choose to play a sick joke on you." Eugene still had his back on Abby while he spoke to her. Trolls were master of mischief. They often lurked in the woods waiting for travelers that could fall victim to their next mischief. They don't hurt people, they simply loved bringing them inconvenience by stealing their stuff. In Abby's case, her clothes. "I don't care what creature was that darn midget. What I want are my clothes. Where are they? I am nearly frozen cold down here." And as if proving her point, Abby made a loud sneeze just right after she said that.

But I wasn't going to tell them. During the day we spent time looking. At night, Troy and I tried to sleep. It'd been difficult, my dreams filled with images of my mom and dad being tortured. For that reason, I spent little time with my eyes closed. The troll who helped me get ready for bed was very kind. It turned out most trolls were tender hearted. And they were definitely all about having fun in spite of the precarious situation we were all in. They threw us a party when we first arrived. Their court musician wrote and performed songs about the love Troy and I had for each other, while the troubadour talked of our romantic destiny.

Until here, her fate will remain unknown. A sudden scream was heard up the dungeons, “My Lady, we have to go now!” Charlotte was interrupted reading even though she didn’t understand what does it says. As they ascended from the pit, a group of monsters known as the trolls, as the largest and also most violent troll genus. It was ten feet tall, while Legolas was only seven feet tall. They have a dark gray body, a chunky torso, and kinky feet with flat soles. It emitted a powerfully unpleasant odor reminiscent of old socks and foul-smelling places. Its nose was filled with what appeared to be puffy, grayish paste: troll mucilage.