Steve Trollhunters Novels & Stories

Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members. A little geeky-looking guy named Steve is here for our security division. He’s spent the last few years mastering hacking and the way he talks about systems is far over my head. He’s sharp, and having him here will be great for the team. Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve.

I went to grab my go bag when Zion stopped me. Zion- they will kill you!.. they don't even report to me, just Xander and Cody.. he spend time with them when he was training and some are his best friends. If they find out what happened they will kill you! Steven- so just like Lori I can't do anything? Troy- you could link him!.. you marked each other right!? Steven- he blocked me after rejecting me!.. 1 day ago i had everything now I have absolutely nothing!

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

I rolled my eyes at him, and he gave another shout of laughter. The ride continued in silence until we got to the main highway. I could see a dark shadow of a vehicle parked off to the side and realized it was Nellie and the other warrior. They flashed their lights at us and followed us up on to the highway. I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. “Is it true you were a werewolf hunter?” Bob asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me earnestly. “Yeah,” I acknowledged.

He quickly nodded, "Yes. "That's right. I also found out who is the person that secretly manipulated public opinion. His name is Trevor Cooke. He hired the trolls... But, I only know about his name. I still haven't finished checking his background." Sean furrowed his eyebrows tightly. He coldly urged, "Look into it immediately! "Report back to me after you check his background. I'll deal with it personally." There was a certain chilly enmity in his last sentence. Tony did not dare to waste time. He instantly nodded, "Okay, boss!"

“Not to Ian. He’s been jealous of Balric since the dawn of time. He’s invested too much to get where he is and now, with the praetor questioning him, it’s all in danger.” “But to go against the praetor,” Sara said, her voice not skeptical but cautious. “Having been on the receiving end of his fist I’m not so sure the praetor is a physical threat to him. Ian has been devouring the souls of his own kind as long as Balric’s been the Betrayer.” “So you say. I still don’t think we should believe you. You are the Betrayer. You kill us for sport,” Carl said. I sighed, grabbed a decorative pine cone from the end table near me. “Carl, if I really killed for pleasure. You’d be dead.” I threw the pine

Mark Taylor’s said beseechingly, his face turned pale and eyes were reflecting deep fear. Alex smirks inwardly, seeing his face. “It was not his problem. But the big statements you made about business owners, police departments and government officials about your own city. You even dragged him in chaos.” Alex was slowly playing with his nerves. “Officer, I swear I didn’t post any troll against anybody. Somebody hacked my account to trap me.” Asked rolled his eyes. “Why will somebody planned to trap you in chaos, did you offended somebody?” Mark Taylor pursed his lips, indeed he has guilt but he can’t disclose it.

"Thank you. I was just trying to help out. Besides, it's not like the table is full." Shantal says with a little laugh afterwards. Steve finishes his maintenance and opens his chest and puts his toolbox inside. "That's pretty handy." Shantal says trying to not make things awkward while she stares at him. "Indeed it is. Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Steve replies "Shoot." Shantal says. "Did you happen to have a weird dream last night?" Steve asks in a calm yet worried voice. "Now that you mention it, I did. I dreamt that my dad died and I killed myself. Pretty sad."

I looked at Steve’s face—before looking back at her. “Sweetheart, do you want to know a secret? Do you know who he really is?” I whispered loudly into Luna’s ear, making sure Steve could hear every word. “He’s actually Hulk.” Luna’s face lit up, and she burst out laughing. She pointed her tiny finger at his thick arms and the way his muscles stretched out that grey tee. “Yes! He has muscles like him!” she giggled, her voice ringing across the balcony. “Uncle Hulk! Uncle Hulk!”

"There are people out there who want to hurt you, Andrianne. You don't even know the half of it. I'm just trying to help." Andrianne was getting more and more confused by the second. "What are you talking about? Who wants to hurt me?" Steve leaned in closer. "I can't say too much right now, Andrianne. But you need to trust me. I'm on your side. I've always been on your side." Andrianne's mind was spinning. Who could Steve be talking about? And why was he acting so strange? She decided to change the subject. "Fine, Steve. Let's say I believe you didn't plant the cameras in my house. Do you have any idea who did?"