Mythical Creatures Trolls Novels & Stories

“First, I would like to warn you my king against trusting bloodsuckers, it is never a good idea.” One of the Trolls warned making Ambrosia hiss at him. “Don’t worry yourselves about that. Now, what do you want and I thought your species was instinct.” He only read about Trolls in the book and it was said that they lived a long time ago. “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.”

Somewhere between a prison and a memory. I cursed under my breath and turned left—only to stop dead. A rumble shook the ground. A low growl followed. We must have entered the wrong tunnel. Suddenly, a gigantic figure emerged. A troll. It was massive—ten feet tall with skin like cracked granite. Its eyes were hollowed pits glowing faintly blue, and its tusks jutted from its mouth like jagged scythes. It had been sleeping in the tunnel’s belly, curled beneath roots like a corpse. We’d woken it and it was annoyed.

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

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.

She will call to them and they will rise The giants of old To fulfill their role To protect the land To defend Her Only through her triumph Against the darkness to come Can their species Be born again. “I don’t understand this one either.” I say looking up. But Buppig and Ailduin seem to be having their own silent conversation. “The trolls.” Buppig says. “The trolls.” Ailduin confirms. I look back down at the prophecy. “The trolls are the giants?” I ask. “Yes, and they have begun to rise. They spoke to you, interacted with you. This prophecy has also been set in motion.”

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.

A powerful beast so even if it's him, he have to make an effort to beat it. We're still on my illusionary world because he still hasn't broke the illusion made by me. Not wasting any time, I once again put a new beast inside the illusionary world to attack him but unlike on the divine beast a while ago, he was avle to defeat it without any problem so I decided that instead of giving him a one by one beasts, how about I give him a couple of it at once? 'Yes. That is indeed the right decision' This time, the beasts that I summoned are some kind of big trolls, a really big tiger with a sharp claws. Looking at them, one would probably thinks that they are monsters specially when they saw the tro

“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”.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

I was surprised my laughing didn’t wake Kaileeh up. “Alright,” I started once my laughter subsided. “You mean to tell me that two vampires and two werewolves couldn’t steer clear of Troll traps and repeatedly walked into them? Not only that, but female Trolls, who aren’t but a foot tall, essentially tried to have their way with you, and you were defenseless, obviously because they pretty much tore your clothes to shreds, and you’re supposed to be two of the most feared creatures in the world? Oh wow, I’m so scared,” I stated sarcastically. At this, Sage and Alyx began to laugh too.