Scandinavian Folklore Trolls Novels & Stories

The trees began to welcome them into the forest and Joana stopped to ask the pixies where the trolls could be found. The little pixie happily led them to where the trolls were, a bit far away from where they entered. She had never been to this part of the forest before, Joana then noticed as they were walking that the enchanted forest looked much bigger than how it appeared on the outside. Of course, it was a magical forest, and with magic, anything was possible. When they reached the land of trolls, Joana presented Katariina to the troll king and told him her story, Katariina was welcomed immediately and was given a new home. Joana couldn’t help but shed tears upon seeing the greedy troll s

Ok so not just me that’s shocked this time thank goodness. “Yes I said troll” he smirks “Trolls aren’t like you see in the stories, we are however usually abnormally large and brutish looking so you tend to find us nowadays working as bouncers, security, wrestlers, occasional police officers and basketball stars. Because I have mixed parentage I don’t look much like the trolls you see today I do however have some traits the height and slight muscle form” He gestures to his body and I hear Johnny low growl a little. “Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My dr

“The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming. We don’t know much about them other than that they live in the desert in the West. The dwarfs however live and breathe war and are known for their immense skills in battle. They also worship Serian the God of war and each house within the dwarven city possess a small statue of him.” “And why don’t we know much about the trolls, if they are peaceful why has no one travelled to their home in person to document their lives?” Her mother asked slowly, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her daughter’s answer. “Because no one has been able to surviv

There’s no way that Hera and I can cross it. We slowly walk up to the bridge. I can see the trolls sitting below us. They smell similar to rogues, like dead, rotting flesh. I wonder if they are like rogues, unable to be reasoned with, or if they just like to stink. So far, they are the first fae creatures that I have seen that are not kind. Since I haven’t run into Buppig, I assume he went back the long way around. Since I don’t know that way, I’m going to try my luck with the trolls. Hera shifts and I stand, walking to the edge of the cliff.

Trolls? Spindle nodded, "they want something from you miss. You and your friend, apparently he's a," "Prince. Is that what they were saying? They took him cause he's a prince?" Spindle nodded, "and you're his princess." I leaned back, letting the back of my head hit the muddy wall. "Its the fucking Luri's all over again." Spindle let out a light chuckle, "Oh miss, Luri's are nothing compared to trolls. If you don't give them what they want. You won't survive."

Alarick nodded slowly while Erriene trembled and tried to gather a little of his dignity. A troll invasion was more like a plague taking over than anything else. They were dumb, ugly, hairy creatures that moved around forests, and when they grouped together, usually to the command of a big leader, they went to the bigger cities to find food. That could be anything from bread to vegetables and meat. The more crazy ones would even eat humans, but it wasn’t their preference.

Her fairy friends often tells to her the stories of the scariest creature but this one in front of her tops it the most. This creature inhabits the dark murky depths of lakes and streams. According to her friends, this troll was depicted as a naked old wrinkly man, with a frog-like face, his body was covered in algae and muck making him unnoticed as he travels through the waters. His body was covered in slimy black scales, his hands were webbed and his eyes burned like coals. He rides in half-sunken logs making loud splashing noises if you get too close. Typically the Fairy's referred to him as the grandfather or forefather of the waters.