Homestuck Troll Base Novels & Stories

“What are we talking about?” “What’s got Jackson so sullen this morning.” I declared. Clearing my throat and finding my fork to attack my eggs. “Perhaps I’d not be so sullen had I gotten more sleep last night.” “Oh?” I feigned a worried look. “Restless sleep.” “Awake much of the night.” He said flatly. “Kept up late by the crashing around of trolls, I suspect.” “Trolls?” Archer queried. “They’ve been sneaking into the bailey at night to raid the baker’s carts.” Roger explained.

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

, he jumped forward on top of the slim woman and shoved his cock back into her pussy. Anais's was still very sensitive and she moaned loudly from the unannounced penetration. The guardian placed one hand on the ground and the other under the woman's body, pulling her up against his massive frame while pumping his cock deep inside of her. The pressure of his hand against her belly made the thickness and length of his phallus even more evident to the baffled woman. Although, since her body had already adjusted to his size, the feeling of utter fullness was blissfully overwhelming. As the troll fucked her with eagerness, Anais was quite certain that she was going to cum again, but then she saw

Zydan tried to convince me to move into his mountainside house, but I refused to live in the house that Arielle had resided in. I found a house near the Renegade Base. When I purchased the Base, the house wasn’t for sale, but it went on the market the same day I started searching for a house. It was perfect in almost every way. It was a ten-bedroom resort-style vacation home. The previous owners moved out and planned to use it as an Airbnb, but there was a death in the family, and they decided to sell it. It was only a few miles from the Base, and I had Eclipse work with a crew to dig an underground tunnel to the home. It would be used as a second location to the Base for speciaBaseaining an

"Try guessing whether or not I'll let you know the reason behind it?" He was thinking perhaps the treasure in Zombies' Territory would not be those troops of zombies. However, it would be wise to level up the ranks of the Apocalyptic Legion. As for the other issues, he was not in a hurry to get it done. Tinkerbell dared not further questioned it after listening to the feedback and had no choice but to lead Lucas back to Nutty Thunder Base City. … At Nutty Thunder Base City. Nutty Thunder Base City was the largest base city amongst the 32 base cities.

From healing catalyst, all the way to potent aphrodisiac, materials from Troll King provides it all. “Sister Elijah…the 4 Tier 4 monsters have arrived….2 of those alive though….the Troll King and the Basilisk…Luckily Sareen told Master that the 2 were usable….if not, he would just reduced it all to mush…”.(Andrea) Andrea comes into Elijah office and slump back to the sofa in the middle of the room, once again plunged into her own paper works, along with her staff. Elijah office were big, almost like an entire house. In fact, her office is even bigger that the President himself, at first she were afraid that her Master would be upset at the differential, but he just shrugged it off, saying th

21. We can sense Trent deep in the basement of his own mind. He’s built a room down there, with a door impossible for us to unlock, but we can peer through the keyhole. The walls are covered with posters of David Bowie and Marilyn Monroe (always a fan of vintage, dear Trent), and a torn leather couch dominates the floor, facing a widescreen television that plays clips from classic films, music videos, memories of Carrie kissing him all over in that wintery bed. By sifting through the abandoned files in Trent’s hippocampus, we determine this is a replica of his basement at home, his safe space from life’s chaos.

“Please feel free, Lord de Bach. I would also like to see your monstrous troll army. I hear they could be mistaken as a mountain if they’re stacked together….How fantastic.” The troll threw his head back and chuckled. Humbly. “Oh, please, they’re not that big. However, they are big enough to give the palace a taste of what’s to come. Of course, my army could never compare to those in your arsenal, Lord Stuart. The wizards’ tower is truly…” Soren smiles. This useless flattery. “Then,” he says, standing up, “I will await the good news. I will head out first, my lords, as my wife has been waiting long enough.”

However, bloodshed made the ferals hysterical with a carnal urge that they misbehaved with each other. After they had completed their depressing feat, they threw on their Fairy's coats and stared back to the bonfire. Only a few alleys away from the scene of feral horridness, when suddenly the two heard a disturbance from one of the homes. They slipped up to a window and stared inside. An old troll climbed up from a trap door in the floor amidst a pile of debris. Beaming to each other, Lord Colton and Jason placed themselves near the door, ready to trap these backstabbers. But they paused at a sight they had not anticipated. Someone they recognized very well followed the old troll from the hi

The troll grinned wider, its rusty ax held high. Phillip glared in horror. As fast as lightning deflected the ax with the back of his arm, even though it numbed his arm almost breaking it, at least the organ was still there. One hard kick from Phillip sent the Troll crashing into a puddle of mud. In the next instant, the Troll's body was sucked swiftly into the mud before it even had a chance to scream. The puddle turned into a tall mound of mud that ran like a snail. Phillip quickly backed away as the creature approached, but it turned out to be only helping him to his feet. Phillip frowned in amazement as the mud creature waved his hand in a friendly manner. Typical Northern Falsies.