Novel & Cerita Poppy Trolls

Capri then made a long suggestion to Robin without pausing. “If this humiliating method fails, I swear I'll make a hole in your head, Capri.” Robin threatened. *** Poppy woke up in the morning as if she had no soul. She leaned against the bed's headboard, staring blankly ahead with a weak body. She only remembered Robin's decision to send her back to Saul. But when she awoke last night, she was still at Robin's mansion. ‘Mr. Robin is probably just delaying because I fainted,’ Poppy speculated anxiously.

*Poppy* The early morning chill settled around me, wrapping the room in uncertainty. Tanner's words echoed in my mind, stirring fear and urgency. Seamus's involvement in crafting a poison so potent it could kill even the mightiest beast was a revelation that sank like a stone in the pit of my stomach. This was not just a threat; it was a race against time. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the patterns on the tablecloth, the dread amplifying with each tick of the clock.

After a few seconds, she divered her glance back to his white ceremic cup, which looks tiny in his hands. "What? You want a cup of tea? It's jasmine." "So you really beat them up, huh?" She picked out a piece of popcorn to fiddle with. "But you haven't done anything this year yet, big Jay." Jake said cheerfully. "You still have.... Nine months." "Don't make this a ritual." Rody chuckled. "It's our senior year, you won't wanna fail yourself just to continue a ritual." "Speaking from experience, I see." Her brother replied with a smirk.

The pack moved cautiously, alert but undeterred. After several hours of walking, the group suddenly came to a halt as a rustling sound echoed through the trees ahead. Without hesitation, they fell into defensive stances, the wolves baring their teeth and the humans drawing their weapons. Emerging from the darkness were several towering figures—trolls, their massive forms lumbering into the moonlight. Damien’s heart pounded, his body tensing as he prepared for an attack. The trolls were enormous, with thick, gray skin and long arms that swung by their sides, but instead of charging, they stopped at a distance and raised their hands in a peaceful gesture.

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

“I could miss Miss Lila’s good-morning greeting. And my gang.” Hazel turned slowly. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Since when do you have a gang?” Poppy huffed, deeply offended. “Since always. There’s Clara, Anaïs, and Leo. We’re the middle table. We have rules.” “I’m scared,” Rhea whispered, still tying the hair. “What rules, boss?” “Secret,” Poppy said, very important. “If I tell you, you have to pay membership.” Hazel looked at me, her mouth twitching. “She’s building a cult.”

Then it got out of control. The Guardians all shrunk back to Gnome size. It was fast! Shoop! They were small again, and black dust showered everywhere. "Eww, is that Shadow court guts in my hair!" shouted Tilly, "Gross!" "It's Shade shit alright!" said Poppy fluttering her wings to shake it off. "That was just wrong on so many levels," she said, glaring at the Guardians. They didn't look bothered in the least by Poppy's glare.

The trolls spoke their own language, and it was unlike anything I’d heard before. Their voices were deep and gravelly. They chatted among themselves and pretended not to understand me when I spoke, but I knew very well that they could. The smallest one was on my left, and seemed very taken with me. He was the only one who looked friendly, and eventually he started talking. I knew it! I knew they could understand me. “Tell me about trolls,” I asked. I’d found out his name was Cory and his dad was the leader of this clan. “How do you shape-shift?”

It didn’t matter that my brother was the one who negotiated the terms. People weren’t going to see it that way. They would only see a spoiled princess that wasn’t paying proper attention. They were only going to see that I was the reason we were going to war against everybody else! I couldn’t believe that I had been so damn stupid! The trolls weren’t the stupid rock people I thought they were. They had to have been planning this for months. Possibly even years. If they could prove that the mines were theirs before they belonged to the Pixies, we would officially be at war.