Novel & Cerita Mom Mother Trolls

“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

LEAH The troll slams forward again, making the ground crack under its weight. My mother’s shield shatters like glass, fragments of green light scattering across the clearing. “Mother!” I scream, but she’s already moving, pulling from both sides of herself. Her fae aura flares, glowing silver-green, while her wolf pushes through, a low growl rumbling from deep in her chest. She chants some fae magic words, her voice as fierce as the wolves we're fighting. Suddenly, her power explodes outward, twin forces rising like storms colliding. For a second, the wolves recoil, their ears pinned back, and even the troll stutters in its charge.

Mom intervened while staring right behind us as if hypnotized. We turned around to find the cause of her smile and of course, it was Dad Talon who was coming towards her. “Hey babe !” Dad Talon said before pecking Mom’s lips and then took a seat beside her. “What are you all talking about ?” he asked while looking around. “Dragon Eggs, Claire, The Queen’s power, drugs and the Dragon Council,” Mom answered making both Kai and Dad Talon to look at her dumbstruck. “Wow,” Kai finally breathed out. “That is a very weird mix of topics,” he chuckled.

“It’s the same in there with the third victim. There is no way we can make it look like an animal attack” Marta puts her hand on a stone. The granite starts to twist and this time the troll comes all out of it home, walking up to her. His face with the rough exterior and the huge round nose looks soft and the round eyes with the colour of moss is warm, despite the cold hard element he represents. “Be greeted. Thank you for your help tonight brother. I come to ask for your help once more”. “Be greeted vǫlva Marta”. The troll says with it’s deep rumbling voice. “We will see to it that this place is cleansed”.

If they could prove that the mines were theirs before they belonged to the Pixies, we would officially be at war. The pixies weren’t going to just give up their land. My mother tried her best to assure me that it wouldn’t come to that. I couldn’t help but feel that she was being too optimistic. If the trolls went to all that trouble to hide what they were doing, they were ready for war. Why couldn’t life just be simple? Why couldn’t people just get along?! Andre walked with me back to the pack house in silence. Both of us are trapped in our thoughts of what all of this meant for our people.

Elara POV Vexx had outdone himself this time. As soon as we were within sight of the warehouse, we were descended upon by trolls, or ogres maybe? Whatever, all I knew is they were huge, smelly, and a product of wicked magic. It took three of us to take down one of these monstrous things. Luckily, we’d only sent one of our magic workers inside with the rescue team—or bait team, depending on how you looked at it. Claire, Grey, and I felled one of these club swinging trolls together by hitting him hard with spells on all sides. No sooner did we finish with him, then another one climbed from a crevice in the earth and roared, brandishing its studded weapon at us.

"Mom, please, don't do it! I'm scared! I'm really scared!" I had always been afraid of water. Back then, whenever Esther or Emily misbehaved, Mom would dunk my head underwater over and over again, while Esther and Emily were forced to watch. If they didn't apologize and promise to obey Mom forever, she would continue dunking my head underwater until they did. Mom had ignored all of my pleas and cries for help and instead turned on a livestream, making a live bet with the netizens to see if Esther would give up on her dream college just to save my life.

My hands passed through her time and again, unable to touch anything. Bella’s breathing grew shallower and finally came to a complete stop. Unsure of how much time had passed when the door lock clicked, Mom returned carrying two gift boxes with a newly bought cake cradled in her hands. She hesitated in the living room and called out. “Ray, Bella, come out. Let’s celebrate your belated birthday. I've bought you something yummy.” The place was deathly quiet. No response. Mom frowned and set some of the things down.

Not when they threatened everything. Juliette laughed, sharp and mocking, clapping her hands together. "If your mother hasn't truly done anything, why would she be terrified of ghosts? Look at your dearest mother—she looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years. Stepmother dear, afraid the ghost under your bed will grab your feet at night? Is that why you’re having sleepless night?" She pointed right at my face, her eyes gleaming.

Something my mother devised. “Give me their fucking names!” Tristan squeezes her jaw. “Tell me where I can find them, you witch!” Mom spits on Tristan’s face, cackling like a maniac. “Drink piss, Boy-fucker!” Tristan’s fist flies to Mom’s face, but I cry out mid-punch. “Hunter!” His pants ring as he fights for control. Mom’s laugh builds to an eerie crescendo, and for a second, I almost believe Tristan. The pleasure builds despite everything: despite Mom’s blood on the floor, Tristan’s blazing eyes watching, the hound's growls, my soul screaming NO.