Moomin Troll Novels & Stories

His hulking body bares a tunic of leather, heavy chains, and black tattoos snaking in between them. His eyes are droopy; his skin is a shade of green. A nose like a potato sits beneath his eyes, and his hair is tangled and hangs in greasy strands around his features. He smells of raw meat and iron, his breath an echoing growl of hunger. "Watch where you're going, little man," he growls. "Sorry." I rub the back of my head and look around. The troll is still standing there, staring at me with interest. I try to ignore him. I've never seen a troll in person before, and while I would love to stare back at him, something tells me he wouldn't take well to that.

Without any delay, they assemble in a formation and attack the fire troll. A pack of werewolves against a twelve-foot tall fire troll with two sets of horns, thick limbs, rough red skin, black eyes, and razor-sharp dark teeth and claws. Even with his size and metal-like skin as an advantage, the fire troll was overpowered by the number of wolves around it. The fire troll was torn to shreds in an instant when the Alpha and his scouts simultaneously attacked him nonstop with their sharp claws and fangs. When they stopped attacking the fire troll he looked no more than a pile of rotten meat that was left in the forest.

Trolls? Spindle nodded, "they want something from you miss. You and your friend, apparently he's a," "Prince. Is that what they were saying? They took him cause he's a prince?" Spindle nodded, "and you're his princess." I leaned back, letting the back of my head hit the muddy wall. "Its the fucking Luri's all over again." Spindle let out a light chuckle, "Oh miss, Luri's are nothing compared to trolls. If you don't give them what they want. You won't survive."

It was insignificant, but he never knew how valuable it is. "I think I know what it is." His words this time goes through his throat, from his stomach, as he stops, turns and runs for his pursuers. "There!" He frees his unrelenting grip on a dead rat, and throws the limped carcass at the furious little trolls. They study the lifeless meat laying before them, which they grab, while making threatening sounds at the poor hungry lad. "There goes my dinner." Akillim sucks in a chunk of air, and exhales loudly, while watching the little trolls hurry away with his meal.

‘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

Suddenly, three enormous figures rushed into the scene from different areas of the spaceship, they were giant, white-skinned giants with horrible faces, dimly human, but not really, each one being around 5 meters tall! Chaos checked their existence realms in a quarter of a second, finding that they were all SSS-Rank Troll Warriors, a humanoid and "intelligent" race of creatures with Giant Bloodline. A nice meal as well! Perhaps this could compensate for not eating the half-vampire. The three Trolls rushed towards Chaos who was too big to get inside the spaceship, as they tried to use their strength and the giant clubs they carried to hit him and get him out of the ship. Their clubs hit Chaos

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.

Margot ground her teeth, glaring at Aisha, "You're right! Maybe I'll domesticate a siren. I bet you would love it if I had one of those at my beck and call!" Aisha shoved her chair backward, rising to her feet as she placed her palms on the table. Ever since Margot had dangled Aisha over the Cliffside of a siren cove for a few days, she had been a bit sensitive to the topic of that creature. "Do it, and I'll sneak into your room and release it one night so it can eat you!" "Ladies," Aurora said calmly with an amused smile. "It's simple; the answer here is a troll. They have basic survival instincts, rely on brute force, cannot communicate well, and don't clean themselves. If any creature sho

Alarick nodded slowly while Erriene trembled and tried to gather a little of his dignity. A troll invasion was more like a plague taking over than anything else. They were dumb, ugly, hairy creatures that moved around forests, and when they grouped together, usually to the command of a big leader, they went to the bigger cities to find food. That could be anything from bread to vegetables and meat. The more crazy ones would even eat humans, but it wasn’t their preference.

Troll Camp The dark shadows of the night were not demons; they were men. But they were not completely the same type of men that Robah, the river troll, and all their species produced. They appeared more apelike. However, they seemed to walk straight but were hairier than normal, with a stocky, vigorous musculature and pronounced brows and jaws. They wore animal skins and wreaths assembled from the competition they hunted, thus forging the misconception of magical inhabitants in the night.