King Trollex Novels & Stories

That alone speaks just how much precious Tier 4 were, everyone were eyeing the one particular monster, naturally, and that is the Troll King. Troll King blood potion, that were produced by the blood of the Troll King is capable to heal any type of injuries, be it near death injury or comatose, or even curse. A single vial of that potion can heal almost anything except death, but naturally the main ingredients were the Tier 4 Troll King blood, which is very rare. That is why at the moment, in any nation, a Tier 4 Troll King bloods were categorized as a national treasures, worth over millions of gold coins. No one really knew just how much, President Mies were able to obtained, but any rough s

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.”

He mimics Kyle. I can smell trouble... ^^^^

‘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

Nothing is impossible" the grand commander said landing a horrific punch punch on Drex making him fall from the air "Abracadabra" Claus (the most powerful troll in Romania) enchanted, swaying his hands towards Drex and the fatal five, a very strong rope bonded them together as they move an inch not, they tried resisting but they couldn't, the grand commander sped towards them with a super kick breaking the bond, they fell helplessly on the ground

“Well, there are only a few of us left now because of all the wars that happened over the years. But there is hope now since you are here my king.” Luke was stunned, first, these Trolls seem to know about him yet he knew nothing about them. “Why are you calling me your king?” the Trolls looked at each other before answering. “Your power my king, we felt it from up in the mountains, it is so strong that no supernatural can ignore it. Also, there is a prophecy that a Demon King shall be born and will bring all the supernatural beings together and we will live in peace once again.”

Rex added, and when Ley replied with a nod, he left the crowd, taking his place in front of the crate with his name on the lid, Ley stopping a few feet behind him. It did not take Rex long to realise there was six crates, he knew about five competitors, including himself, ‘Who is the sixth?’ he thought to himself, craning his neck to try and see whose name was on the crate, but due to its position to where Rex was standing, right in the middle, it was too difficult to see past the troll’s body, it was currently looking at the crate, its face had confusion written all over it, an occasional drip of saliva coming from its mouth, landing on the lid. “Please miss Lacey, take your place near your

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.

Jarnja said, voice slow and thick like poisoned milk, her black fur bristling, the troll queen's ram horns shining with helafire as a light snow began to fall. With a spiked claymore, Jarnja slit her throat clean through to the larynx and bled copiously down into the hoary mead horn. The bindrune on her drinking cup shaped like the Devouring Wolf lit with icy blue runefire, and as the troll queen's ichor poured out until her veins ran dry, the black soup gathered in princess Aslaugh's outstretched hands, pooling in the horn and dribbling onto Aslaugh's muscled, sword honed fingertips.