Poppy Crown Trolls Novels & Stories

I replied. "She's only sayin' that cuz her video was her comin' out of the closet." Poppy joked, elbowing me in the side. "Wait, Aka… you're a-" "It's not like that!" I interrupted, not wanting that rumor to spread any more, "Poppy's just being weird." "Oh I see, well, Poppy, are you?" Urkstin responded, turning his attention to the much more confident Poppy. "Look man, all I'm sayin' is that girls can be pretty cool sometimes." She said, patting me on the back, "This young one doesn't understand that yet."

“Alright… there we go… a little patience and… here it is.” She moved the probe slightly. Suspense filled the room. “And we have… another girl!” There was three full seconds of stunned silence. “TWO?!” Zoe screamed. Celina gasped, overwhelmed. “Two girls! I can’t believe it!” Thor dropped into the chair, eyes wide. “Two girls… I… I…” Zoe turned her camera toward herself. “Witnesses, you heard it here first! The mighty boss has officially fallen. Celina, you won. Those girls are being born with crowns — two of them. Royalty.”

When she finally popped out, her cheeks all flushed, she was hiding something behind her back. “Close your eyes.” He did as told. She carefully placed something on his head. It crinkled. “Okay, open!” He peeked and found Nora grinning. On his head was a crown—a lopsided, glittery paper creation she’d obviously made. It said “KING A.” Adrian laughed. “You made this?” “Yup! You’re the king of the castle today. But just until Mommy gets back. Then she’s the queen again.”

“You wretch, get down from the Wolf King’s seat, or I’ll make you regret it!” “Kid, the Wolf King’s seat isn’t something anyone can sit in. Hurry up and get down!” “Get down, get down!” The crowd shouted and cursed loudly. Andrius naturally ignored them, and so did Angus. He looked at the list and continued, “Next, the second-ranked individual in the popularity poll, from New Moon Corporation—Luna Crestfall!” “Hiss...” “Tsk...” At Angus’ words, the audience immediately erupted into boos. Then, their disdainful, contemptuous, and mocking gazes fell on Luna, who had just stood up.

"In your dreams!" He stood, hoisted me onto a chair, and forced my head down toward the floor. Upside down like that, the blood in my stomach rushed straight up into my throat. Within seconds, a thick layer of bloody froth flooded my airway. My eyes widened in panic, and I could barely breathe, let alone cry for help. Eddie finally smiled in satisfaction. "Don't waste your strength, Victor. No one out there is going to remember you're here." With that, he turned and walked out, locking the storage cabin door behind him.

His voice rings out over the courtyard, and everyone begins cheering. “Our Princess, your future Queen, has been the catalyst that has put the prophecies into motion. You have all seen how she healed Dominic." He says, gesturing to Dominic standing regally on his other side. "You have all probably heard that GoldMoon has blessed our Princess. But you may not know that through her kindness, she befriended the trolls and when she was attacked by Lorelai’s soldiers, she called on the trolls and they answered her call.” The cheering gets even louder and I’m getting more and more embarrassed. I didn’t know this announcement was going to be about me specifically.

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.

“You’ve walked into sacred rites, you have to remain until it’s concluded.” “I’m crowning him,” I say. “He’s going to be King of Secrets and Small Sandwiches.” Tara blinks, “Of course he is.” Ash hands me a crown made of tiny twigs and moss. “Lady Scarlett, if you would do the honors.” I place it gently on Mr. Tibbles’ head. “Do you accept this sacred duty?” I ask. Ash helps Mr. Tibbles to nod. “Then let the party begin!” I declare loudly.

Younger members began to speak up now that the old guard had been shaken so completely. Elena’s phone rang while she was trying to persuade Isabella that green beans deserved a chance. She glanced at the screen and saw Marco’s name. She put the call on speaker since Damien was there and Marco knew not to say anything sensitive without warning. “Good morning,” Marco said. “Can you come to the facility today? Tommy has something he wants to discuss, and he asked that you be there.” “What kind of discussion?” Elena asked, finally managing to get a spoonful of green beans into Isabella’s mouth.

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”