Ritz Trolls Novels & Stories

- I whispered to Tohr. Without hesitation, Tohr swooped down grabbing with his front claws, and threw him into the side of the mountain. Causing the hard stone to shatter like glass. In a flash, Sólas flipped and shoved off the mountain. The power of his legs caused the crack to expand down until it ripped down to the doorway, collapsing it and blocking the only way in or out of the castle. Caylan's men barely managed to move out of the way before they were crushed by the heavy rocks. Sólas' blue scales became streaked with long streams of blood that oozed from the holes Tohr's claws left in his back.

"These are the trolls. They love singing and eating. Their life revolves in partying and sleeping. Also, they are known for being fond of anything sparkling, and so they used to hoard large amounts of gold and silver. Laying one's hands on these treasures is one of the chief rewards for getting the better of them." Professor Morgan started his lesson with a brief introduction about the background of Trolls. According to him, the reason why these trolls were kept in an underground chamber is for their own safety. Trolls have one fatal weakness, and that is the sun. Apparently, when a troll was exposed to sunlight it will immediately be turned into a stone. Being a lover of music and arts in n

Nothing is impossible" the grand commander said landing a horrific punch punch on Drex making him fall from the air "Abracadabra" Claus (the most powerful troll in Romania) enchanted, swaying his hands towards Drex and the fatal five, a very strong rope bonded them together as they move an inch not, they tried resisting but they couldn't, the grand commander sped towards them with a super kick breaking the bond, they fell helplessly on the ground

I'd hate to be on the opposing side against him. Tristian nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. "Dahlia has gotten allies to fight this war with her." He begins. "Multiple rogue groups... all under the command of one powerful wolf." I scoff at this but then my blood runs cold. "His name is Trent. I'm sure you've heard of him... I..." Who hasn't heard of the rogue leader who can conquer packs so easily? Trent is infamous for many reasons but that name also has a deeper meaning to me. He's not only a powerhouse and cruel wolf... but also Hazel's ex-mate.

"Ah, Aslaugh. That spirited girl. What she was scheming for two decades is still unclear to all of us - the bargain with the huldre, and now our last of the Cunningfolk tribes are hauled up here in the Weird One's mountain stronghold, Isa tribe be damned. Weyland undid the old ways' bindings, and a new age is upon us, with Latinate gods not of my kenning. Wotan and Freida ride the Wild Hunt with their Valkyries, and Lady Skadhi is on the search for her mortal enemy, Loki Liesmith. The truth festers and rots, and no one is safe - not even in the mountains of Utgardr themselves. Yes, dear princess Turiel, it is time to summon you a fetch. I am sure it will be much needed in due time…" Queen Ja

Trozan, the old leader of the troll had arrived back at their hidden quarters below the ground and was hurriedly packing bags. “We are leaving now, daughter. Gather only what is necessary. We will meet the others down in the secret passages and we will take the lesser path to the mountains up North,” said Trozan.

For example, today he asked her for help. “Agnes, can you help me overthrow my brother? Approach him and let his guard down.” Louis said with a smile. His usual overbearing face was replaced by a fake pitiful expression. He suddenly raised his hand to straighten the tangled strands of hair in front of her. Agnes frowned but didn't dodge. She was still surprised by his words: “What do you mean?”

He will protect his family and his loved ones, specifically from their mortal enemies! "Olivia Cristine!" exclaimed Luther De Vera's wife to the newcomer who had just entered at the door of the bar. And he laid an eye on the head-turner who had just entered. Yeah. Yeah, it's Olivia Cristine De Vera. The second wildest girl of the De Vera clan. She walked and passed by men who were admiring her and almost going down on their knees just to catch her attention.

Rolling my eyes, I groaned, “Of course, it is.” Chuckling, he leaned down and carefully pecked my forehead, “Take rest, yeah? Don’t stress yourself out with the wedding. Everything’s going to be fine.” “I should be the one to tell you that stuff. Comforting you.” He gave me a devilish grin, “Yeah, well, desperate times call for desperate measure.” Shaking my head in vain, I grinned at him. “Thanks.” “On another note, we got to meet Doctor Tinder whilst you were unconscious,” Mark said with amusement as he looked at Emilia. Following his gaze, I found out that Emilia’s cheeks were beginning to turn pink.

“Lucien made a deal with a witch named Cassandra. She promised him the Dema crown if he helped her gain access into your kingdom. H-he was convinced he would be king, and Damien would be his second in command.” Samael chuckles again, smiling down at them, “and how exactly did they plan on achieving this?” “They had help,” says the man in the middle, gulping nervously. “Names?” Samael drawls, seemingly bored by the conversation. I’m not sure what he expects to find out from them, I’m pretty sure Heidi and Harlow already told him all of this. “Viktor Whitewood, Xavier Crawley, Killian Bloodstone, and Isaac Merrill.”