Rage Comics Troll Face Novels & Stories

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

Step down before you get someone killed. I sat back. My heart was beating too fast. Not wolf-fast. Just human panic-fast. I closed the email. Immediately opened another. Big mistake. The trolls were out in full force. Every social platform I had was cracking under the weight of comments. “Get out of pack affairs.” “You have no bite.” “You’re a PR stunt.” “You don’t even look like a leader.” “You’re a some dirty whole orphan with a fancy dress.” “Your hair looks greasy.” “You’re probably lying about the attack.”

I removed my hand from my face and looked up only to see the wolf getting strangled but I couldn't really see Nolan as he was above the wolf, strangling him. I looked at the wolf with horror oozing out of my eyes. I couldn't digest the fact that there was a wolf on top of me. As he pulled the wolf away from me and threw him away with the rope I looked up to match his eyes but my eyes widened even more when I saw the most unexpected person in front of me. Where is Nolan? What is the scarface doing here? Did he save me? But that voice...belonged to Nolan. He bent down in front of me and forward his hand near my face as he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, making me gawk at him in pu

It was from that skincare photoshoot Margo recommended—one I thought would end up in some local catalog or maybe an I*******m campaign. But now? My face was on their homepage. On a digital billboard in SoHo. On one of the banners of a fashion website. With the title: The New Face of Radiant Rebellion. Ridiculous. Dramatic. But—I had to admit—it kind of fit. Margo really knew how to sell “me.” I walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying my face, only to be greeted by that look from Aaric—the kind a puppy gives when it sees its owner get walked by someone else.

"I have never heard of such a thing. We can't talk to them." Ragnar made a defensive move against the thorn. "You live on an island. The sea is clean of such filth,' he said. Ragnar nodded. He stretched and yawned despite Kjell's words. He was suddenly tired. He threw himself into the fire and fell into a terrible sleep. He had many strange and scary dreams. He dreamed of a blind worm roaming the bottom of the sea and gnawing at the roots of the island. He dreamed of a twisted owl and a monstrous wolf. He dreamed of a huge beast with a human form but with a wolf's head. . Suddenly he was filled with fear. Because it looked like the creature he had dreamed of was sitting right there in the fi

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.

Don't tell me that brute fooled me about the face paint? I gulped and shook my head. Of course not! He's been extra nice today. Extra nice. Nice. Oh, fuck! I'm doomed! When is he ever nice?! That man was born with fucking horns in his head! A loud scream emerged out of my throat when I finally saw the finished drawing he made on my face! Pink and purple poops with eyes and mouth! Like the keyboard emojis! This is ridiculous! I touched it and it quickly smeared all over my cheeks since it's still wet. I hope this shit is not so hard to remove or I'm doomed!

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.