Romans & histoires Rage Comics Troll Face

I was surprised my laughing didn’t wake Kaileeh up. “Alright,” I started once my laughter subsided. “You mean to tell me that two vampires and two werewolves couldn’t steer clear of Troll traps and repeatedly walked into them? Not only that, but female Trolls, who aren’t but a foot tall, essentially tried to have their way with you, and you were defenseless, obviously because they pretty much tore your clothes to shreds, and you’re supposed to be two of the most feared creatures in the world? Oh wow, I’m so scared,” I stated sarcastically. At this, Sage and Alyx began to laugh too.

There was a hint of strain in her smile that worried him. “Hi, angel... Are you okay?” Everly put her phone down and turned to face him as he came closer. “Hi... Yes, I am. It’s just… I’ve got this crazy internet troll that is a lot of fun. I was looking into what Rosalee was saying… By the way, there are pictures of us at the convention. And well, the troll was being… very ‘entertaining’ and extremely ‘gracious’ about it.” “Let me see…”

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

Hiro looked at her suspiciously. Rozralas nodded her head. "I know you won't believe me that easily." Hiro didn't let her finish before rapidly nodding his head. "As a matter of fact, yes I do, I don't believe you." It was Rozralas turn to smile. "I know you won't, but on that fateful day we came across one another, it was love at first sight, but I knew it wasn't his real face. And when I told him that, he confessed that his real face was too ugly, that a male troll face is more handsome than his, and the face he is using gives him confidence and that he was not sorry and would understand if I would leave him. I couldn't leave him, and the rest is history."

“Don’t be so freaked out. They won’t kill you unless they can think of an amusing way to do it.” “This guy,” said a troll leaning against the tunnel wall trying to get his breath. “He gets it.” “That wasn’t funny,” I said, somewhat annoyed at being driven to the point of hysteria by these knuckleheads. “This is hardly the time or place for your gags.” The trolls continued to rock with laughter. “Can’t think of a better one,” said the one who’d been covered in blood. He wiped a quartz tear from his face. “Your face... priceless.” He burst out laughing again. It sounded like a hallway full of doors slamming shut one after the other.

My gape turned into a loud gasp. "You...I asked you who you are. And now you just told me you no longer go by that name?!" "I'm Alpha Rasmus now." He said with a hint of amusement. I stomped my foot, the leaves beside me rippling. "That's so far from your actual name." "Better to let a rose be known by its thorns than its red petals," Roland said from my right. The cursed troll wore a black suit with a bloody crimson necktie. His face, though monstrous, radiates some sort of kindness within it.