King Trollex Novels & Stories

She’d been trying to siphon its information out of his father, but the king did not give it to her. “Troxe came from the Ancient Shadow Transcript which can be separated in two terms: tro and xe. Tro can be translated as sacrifice and xe as a closest l**k. This means Troxe is an artifact one can give to her friends, relatives whatsoever. Wearing this will protect the Wielder but at the expense of the giver’s energy. That’s what make it dark.” The teacher gave his student a sleepy look, and then, focused back on the book. “However, under no circumstances will I be revealing the secret behind it, as it is highly prohibited by—”

“It can be. That’s good information. Are his people the same way?” “Mostly.” Kent responds. “His beta, and I use the term loosely, is a man named Tyler Lorch. Big muscles, tiny brain. He tends to beat people up and throw himself into his work. Tyler and everyone in the pack do whatever Rollo says. Don’t worry about taking notes. I have files on the Olympic Howlers that you’re welcome to pore through.”

‘Yes, trolls believe eating the one who is able to kill their royals will lead to the power to challenge and lead themselves, they follow one thing, strength,’ Fafnir growled. Rex was about to reply when a loud roar cut him short. Looking back toward the noise, a huge troll that was 9 feet tall was pulling its tree trunk arm back, crashing it into the troll that had led the chase for him with bone-shattering force, making it stagger into the line of its companions behind it. Instead of getting upset, the group pushed it back toward the gigantic one once more as if it was contaminated. The troll that had been hit fell to its knees and bowed its head, “Must be the troll king,” Rex said quietly

tropes but this, It was comedy gold. Combing my fingers through my hair, I told her point-blank. "Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me.

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

Other than the six demon dogs sitting there waiting for the order to rip us to shreds, it was quite the hospitable reception. I didn’t want to go with him, for the obvious life-preserving reasons, but there didn’t seem to be many options. The dragon was snoozing, apparently very happy to be sharing its bed with the Lord of Potholes and his Dobermans of Doom. And Keezy wasn’t much better. He’d started acting nervous once the dogs appeared. They were able to tell he was a troll, but that wasn’t the issue. It was more the metal in their teeth. I began to understand how Gullen had been able to capture the trolls. “We’ll be wasting time if we go back with you now. I’m trying to stop this war befo

"Company is coming. THE FIRST WAVE The drilling stopped. Silence returned to the tunnel. Then, a metallic CLANG. A grappling hook shot out of the darkness above, latching onto the stone railing of the ramp. Then another. And another. Ropes dropped. "Here we go," Kai whispered. Figures began to slide down the ropes. They weren't Valravn. They were tactical assault troops. Heavy body armor, night-vision goggles, gas masks. Mercenaries. "Wait for it," Kai murmured. The first trooper hit the ramp. He unclipped from the rope and raised his rifle. He took a step forward. He crossed the invisible line of the first kinetic repulsor. WHOOSH. A pulse of blue force slammed into him. It threw him backwa

“Trollex.” And right then, as if the scene needed an unexpected twist, Jacob appeared in the dining room. None of us had heard him come in, so he had clearly planned to surprise Dad. “Trollex? Interesting choice,” he commented in his calm, serious voice—the one he seemed to reserve for delivering universal truths. “A band that attracts a large alternative crowd, with equally alternative substance use at their concerts, not to mention that their music lacks any real meaning.” Mom frowned at me.