Scandinavian Folklore Trolls Novels & Stories

” tomorrow I shall practice this spell’ she muttered lowly as she dozed off to sleep land a smile on her face even though just for tonight. In the realm of the trolls Chaos stood afoot as Lena and her coven marched on ahead capturing and Killing trolls alike “Get them so not allow any escape” Lena gave orders as more trolls where being put into the cages and set upon by beast…” I shall slaughter you Imogen if even one is not found and caged gather up the rest quickly she roared

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

Suddenly, three enormous figures rushed into the scene from different areas of the spaceship, they were giant, white-skinned giants with horrible faces, dimly human, but not really, each one being around 5 meters tall! Chaos checked their existence realms in a quarter of a second, finding that they were all SSS-Rank Troll Warriors, a humanoid and "intelligent" race of creatures with Giant Bloodline. A nice meal as well! Perhaps this could compensate for not eating the half-vampire. The three Trolls rushed towards Chaos who was too big to get inside the spaceship, as they tried to use their strength and the giant clubs they carried to hit him and get him out of the ship. Their clubs hit Chaos

“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

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

She appeared deep in thought, “No, it all happened in a flash, I saw it all happen and then I charged towards you then I saw the snake…” Dragomir didn’t understand what she was saying but he was going to probe later. He pulled the reins of his horse, she did the same, and then they began to ride in the direction from where they came. Then suddenly there was a loud outcry and an army of trolls emerged, they were very short like dwarfs, looked like they had aged centuries, dressed in drab clothing. Some had very large ears, noses and eyes. Their hair was balding, some had sores scattered over their already disgusting, wrinkly skins.

Jenny and Mandy stood at the back, probably wondering what we were all waiting for. “Who built these tunnels?” asked Maurice. “The trolls,” said Jespert. “They love digging tunnels. Passes the time, I suppose. They’re very long-lived.” “These trolls,” I said, “anything we should know about them? In case we bump into a couple.” The trolls in Earth folklore varied from those that hid under bridges waiting to interrogate passing goats, to those who turned into stone if exposed to sunlight. It would help to know which type we were likely to encounter.

I ask softly. “It's a long story.” She mumbles, fluttering to sit beside me on the bench. “Pixies and trolls don't come from this realm.” She begins “We come from Kaelthorn….” Kaelthorn…. Isn't that the faery realm? Then how did the trolls get here? I voice my confusion to her. “When the mountains rose,” she explains “The gods needed a way to stop the East and West from crossing and continuing the war. They needed guardians. So, they sought out the trolls,”

All in all, the bunch of palm-sized creatures comes in different colors. "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."

When he finally sets down the silverware and fills the mug with the remaining coffee, he leans back in his chair, takes a few sips, and without looking at Julius, he says. - There is a secret tunnel which was built by zombies, before they disappeared from the earth. Misunderstood creatures, mistaken for cannibals, but who were nothing more than humans who died at the hands of trolls, and who came back to life, without any memory, without the need to eat or drink, until their bodies completely rotted, and they ceased to exist. – he looks at Julius. – you’ve never heard this, have you? - I thought zombies were just creatures from movies. And I've never seen a troll in my life. I thought they d