Poppy Trolls Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

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.

Alpha Qillalon and his scouts are a few meters away from Gamma Sevy and Vesper when all of a sudden a twelve-foot fire troll runs towards them. Alpha Qillalon and his scouts immediately smell wolf blood all over the fire troll. Without any delay, they assemble in a formation and attack the fire troll.

“Nope. I don’t think so.” “Then loosen up a bit. Can’t get you in trouble.” She gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Do you have a joint?” “Yap. Need some?” “Nope. Take some swigs and it will help you relax.” “Nope. I need to distribute when sober.” “Hey ladies?” Dre joins us with two other men. “Hey Dre.” We answer in unison. “This is Troy and this is Ken. They are your drivers.” “Okay.” “We get to work?”

“Ms. Stefani, something’s happening at your house.” I waved my hand. “Ignore it. Drive slowly on the way back. As slowly as you possibly can.” James was confused, but he followed my instructions anyway. After all, I was the one signing his paychecks, not Greg. Greg and Lori had hired a wave of paid trolls online, so more than ten thousand people had joined the livestream before Billy even uttered his lines. [What could have driven this poor kid to jump off a building?] [Where’s the fire department? Someone, save him!]

The woman looked offended, “I live here, so it’s mine.” “Malcom Murray brought me here.” Poppy sighed, “I’m trying to get home.” “You American?” The woman squinted at Poppy as if sizing her up. “Yes?” Poppy had no idea what this was about now. “So you’re that Poppy.” She nodded to herself for a moment. “Well, I guess that makes my job a little easier.” Poppy had no idea what the lady was talking about until she whipped out a small, hollow stick and brought it to her lips. By the time Poppy realized it was a blow dart, she felt a small prick as a dart sank into her shoulder.