Techno Trolls World Tour King Trollex Novels & Stories

"I wasn't sitting in it because I thought I'd look like a dick sitting at a throne while the rest of you sit at a table. Thank you for proving me right." "Who the hell are you anyways?" Hunter asked. "Oh, did you miss the announcement? I'm Yavo, Monarch of the Trolls." "Aren't trolls supposed to be ugly?" Wokor asked. "You're one to talk, have you looked in the mirror today?" Yavo snorted. "Watch your mouth you grease cretin!" "More racism." I whispered. "Well that settles it. He is quite ugly!" Elion laughed. "On the inside!" "Don't address me you petty termite." Yavo sneered.

But it’s not enough. I shake my head, swallowing down the bile still clawing its way up my throat. “You don’t get to make that promise, Kolya.” His expression hardens. “I just did. Unlike your father, mine actually cares about his family. Kai is scrambling. Making enemies out of people he shouldn’t. His empire is slipping through his fingers, and he knows it.” He exhales sharply, shifting so he’s sitting beside me now, his arm brushing against mine. “He thinks getting you back will fix it. That you’re his golden fucking ticket.”

I pull the water up to my chin. "Selene!" Elder Kellan shouts through the woods. "The Alpha King is back!" "He is here?" I shake. My heart goes crazy fast. "Right now?"

“You’ve made a fatal mistake‚ little wolf. That power is mine.” Sharon’s blood iced over. Jake moved in front of her‚ every muscle coiled to spring. “Who are you?” he demanded. The creature’s lips peeled back to reveal fangs like ivory blades. “I’m the Collector‚” it growled. “And I’ve come for what’s mine.” Deep inside‚ Sharon knew this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

Growling and scratching their feet on the ground, they show a great amount of remorse and hatred as they saw us, a group of intruders in the lands that belong to them. "Stand down and wait for my command Alex." I whispered through the mind link. There is a huge male wolf with white fur who come out from the group of brown wolves. It must be necessary that I should introduce myself first to their Alpha since I came here unannounced. "We meant no harm! My name is Vincent Langston, the Prince of the Royal pack. The only son of Alpha King Jack. I came to investigate the absence of the Alpha of the West from the invites that my father gave him to attend in the Palace."

My eyes widened as I saw the last person to step out of the car in a black tuxedo. No! It can’t be!” No” I shook my head. Long hair, blue eyes. “It can’t be,” I muttered under my breath “His Majesty, the King of Alphas, King Alphonse Aymeric Solace,” the person announced as I lifted my head looking at the king who had just stepped out of the car.

She’d been trying to siphon its information out of his father, but the king did not give it to her. “Troxe came from the Ancient Shadow Transcript which can be separated in two terms: tro and xe. Tro can be translated as sacrifice and xe as a closest l**k. This means Troxe is an artifact one can give to her friends, relatives whatsoever. Wearing this will protect the Wielder but at the expense of the giver’s energy. That’s what make it dark.” The teacher gave his student a sleepy look, and then, focused back on the book. “However, under no circumstances will I be revealing the secret behind it, as it is highly prohibited by—”

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

She yelled Painfully, she vomits, regurgitating more blood than bile, bloody chunks of god-knows-what are also mixed into the blood she just threw up, when she's released a large enough quantity to form as not-very-small puddle on the floor, she collapses, twitching and spasm-ing. Some of the chunks she regurgitated start to convulse, turning into vapor, they start to amalgamate and condenses into what was left of the lykan agent she was fighting. He was now a horrible mass of deformed flesh and bones, contorted in an excruciating display of agony and suffering. An eye on his cheek turned and focused on Terror and a mangled arm reached out as if asking for help. The grotesque thing before hi

Tic tok, got a stick up your ass I'm about to spit in your face Revenues keep going Up-up-up-up-up-up and up Everyday, Bang PD keeps dancing On-on-on-on-on-on and on I'm so thankful I'm a genius That's your excuse for popping pills Cry me a river you just got no skills I got everything I wanted What more'll make me feel contented I wanted clothes clothes, then money money Then goal goal now what's next Yeah what's next, here comes my reality check There's nowhere higher I only looked up and now I want to look down And put my feet on the ground I'm a king I'm a boss Remember my name All shit-talk they got no game Off with their heads I'm a king I'm a boss You all know my name All shit-talk th