Poppy Trolls Branch Novels & Stories

Trevor stifled a laugh while Poppy smacked him. “Yeah… why?” I asked. “Nothing. It’s just Bran’s thing, you know,” he said. “Know what?” I frowned. “Don’t mind him. He is a stupid boy. Max, meet Trevor. I’d really love to call him my boyfriend, but he is not, so I’d say fuck buddy,” Poppy said casually. My mouth formed an O. “Ohhh… alright. Hi, Trevor. What did you mean by Bran’s thing?” I asked, not willing to let it go.

I wouldn't be taken captive! "You'll regret this." Furious anger roared through me. I felt Snow's fury as well, fueling me on. I yanked my arms together, using the trolls' strength against them, and flipped over, so I faced them. Flapping my wings, I used my magic to make my wings pointy, like swords, jamming them in the eyes as I stepped forward. In unison, they screamed out in pain, lessening their grip on my arms. I slapped my hands together, knocking the disoriented trolls into each other. They crumbled to the ground. I stomped down, crushing their oversized heads into a dark, pulpy puddle.

“Toight like a toiga.” I had no idea what that meant, and I wasn’t going to ask. We returned to the trolls, me wearing my new dead man hand me downs, Flossie wearing a frown. I don’t think she was sad, she was just thinking. Can be painful if you haven’t done it before. The trolls were in small groups having deep discussions. Strategies, tactics, bets — all the usual pre-game hype. I walked up to Raviva and Keezy who seemed much more comfortable around each other now they had their disagreement reduced to a game.