Musical Trolls Novels & Stories

That head turn was what Aries was hoping for as he launched up and hit it in the front. Aries' jaw opened wide and clamped down on the thing's throat from the front. Daral lost his hold and hit the ground hard. He shifted human and rolled out of the way as the creature gave a choking roar and had two hands on Aries trying to pull him off. You could see red blood pour from Aries' sides as the claws sank into him. However he was holding on hard to the throat, his teeth sinking deeper. Aries’ own claws were sunk into the things shoulder and chest. His back claws tore into it aiming to eviscerate the thing kicking at it. ‘There is a troll comin in on the north end!’ It was Mecir mental voice. Tr

Having faced Trolls and Goblins before, the Fairies and Elves knew how to defeat them. While the trolls were 10 feet tall, they were not very intelligent. Small and tricky, goblins posed a greater threat than trolls because they were unstable and chaotic. Using magical means, the Elves make the Goblins explode, leaving behind a yellow slimy goo residue. Fairies sprayed buckets of fairy dust on the Trolls, and they fell face forward, knocking down trees and destroying anything around them. "Timber!" the fairies yelled with delight

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."

They were not that big but they were rolling down like they were being thrown at them. They stopped and looked at these rocks. They rolled down until they got to them, one ran over Ambrosia’s foot making him hiss in pain. When they stopped suddenly, they popped heads and feet appeared. They were Trolls. “Apologies if we scared you, my king.” One of them said. “They were really not lying when they said you guys look ugly,” Ambrosia said making Luka laugh, and the Trolls glare at him. He was still angry about being run over by one of them.

But I wasn't going to tell them. During the day we spent time looking. At night, Troy and I tried to sleep. It'd been difficult, my dreams filled with images of my mom and dad being tortured. For that reason, I spent little time with my eyes closed. The troll who helped me get ready for bed was very kind. It turned out most trolls were tender hearted. And they were definitely all about having fun in spite of the precarious situation we were all in. They threw us a party when we first arrived. Their court musician wrote and performed songs about the love Troy and I had for each other, while the troubadour talked of our romantic destiny.

Moritz talked with zeal. ..... It didn't work Well, if it was that simple to deceive the academy, I'd be disappointed. We tried a lot of things. It was exhilarating because instead of eliminating more trolls, we experimented with the current troll. Remove every finger, toe, ear, and nose. However, it did not work. The troll's body was a shambles now, with parts of flesh and everything else missing. "It's not torturous if it's done on the dead, is it?" Henry made his voice heard.

Luna and Phillip set out to discover the talisman, excited by the news. They came into a gang of trolls blocking their route as they traveled through the difficult mountain passes. The trolls were notorious for their hot tempers and love of combat, and they attacked Phillip and Luna without warning. The struggle was long and arduous, but Luna and Phillip triumphed, their wounds gradually mending as they resumed their trip.

Ok so not just me that’s shocked this time thank goodness. “Yes I said troll” he smirks “Trolls aren’t like you see in the stories, we are however usually abnormally large and brutish looking so you tend to find us nowadays working as bouncers, security, wrestlers, occasional police officers and basketball stars. Because I have mixed parentage I don’t look much like the trolls you see today I do however have some traits the height and slight muscle form” He gestures to his body and I hear Johnny low growl a little. “Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My dr

We called it the *Festival of the First Note* a celebration of chaos, of imperfection, of the beautiful, noisy accident of existence. We prepared not with military precision, but with organized pandemonium. Different species were encouraged to create "music" from their most non-musical elements, the Trolls would "sing" by grinding stones in rhythm, the Fox-kin would create percussion from cracking nuts and rustling leaves, the Ravens would perform a flight pattern that was intentionally asymmetrical and unpredictable. The centerpiece would be a great, collaborative mural painted not on a wall, but on the ground, where anyone could add to it, spill paint, make handprints, destroy part of it t

And this time, ‘he’ is here to ensure minimal damage, as he promised to the other Lords. Trolls marched to the capital walls, their heavy boulder-like feet sending tremors and quakes for miles. Accompanying the trolls are the organized human army, townspeople from the outskirts trained to become their soldiers in exchange for food and shelter to them and their families who were unfit to fight, such as pregnant women, the elderly, or children. The human army was armed with sabers and steel armor, like true soldiers.