Trojan Horse Troy Novels & Stories

“Mr. Wynters isn’t a very good-tempered person. After such a serious incident, he’s become even grumpier. When you go inside, please mind your language. If anything goes wrong, please leave immediately.” Adina nodded. Her hacking skills were not as good as Alden’s, but she was still considered among the top five in the industry. She had stolen a glance at the technicians’ screens earlier. It was a simple Trojan horse virus. The attacker just happened to be extremely aggressive, and the virus was widespread, hence the technicians on this side were forced into a passive position. Dealing with a Trojan horse was actually not difficult as long as the correct method was used. Adina followed the s

He turns his attention over to the bridge and ventures forward then disappears into the fog. Troy watches his friend envelop in nothing but the dense fog, the image is replayed over and over again in his head but even so, he has the courage and might to step forward and place his feet within the confines of the conduit. Adae pulls out his vial and hands it to him. Troy bows before taking it. Once he has that fluid down his throat, Mudbrew looks away to his side into the void of nothingness. Troy puts the vial back together and hands it over to the master. Ade puts it away and places her hand on their shoulder of Troy. Master looks over to the general. “It's time.” The Jinova’s voice leaks ou

She’s still stupefied by Troy’s visit. Looking ashamed and guilty, Troy steps forward to sit opposite Scarlett. “What’s going on?” She demands. “Scarlett,” Troy begins. “There’s something I need to tell you.” She waits as he takes a deep breath. “What is it, Troy?” She slowly asks. He looks directly at her. “It was Hector,” he reveals. “He’s the one who killed James and Isabella.”

As I was still having thoughts in my head, I heard someone spoke, " honey, nobody is going to kill you, you've been watching too many movies..... the voice I recognized as belonging to a female spoke as she struggles to hold another laughter that was trying to break forth,...why would you even think that?" she asked me like she was actually expecting an answer from me. Another voice again spoke, this one was belonging to a young girl "we put a trap to catch a unicorn but instead it traps a wife for Jason," I was not in the right state of mind to actually read meaning to what she just said.

" Jim had found evidence of strange happenings in the Troy pack house. Whispers of sabotage, forced abdication, nothing concrete but that was the best it would ever be: the ruling members of the Troy pack were notorious schemers and knew how best to contain the gossip. But even the highest walls couldn't quarantine the rumors that Andrew Troy was planning something in secret while his father lay wasting away, fallen with a mysterious sickness that should have been easily treated by the best physicians Gold Nation had to offer. Jim had no idea what was happening behind the veil, but there were breadcrumbs...the slightest clues. "Andrew Troy might be planning to ally with the rogue wolves," he

she says as we chuckle and I elbow her lightly as we enter "Hey Gabi," Troy said as he smacked my hand before we did our usual handshake with grace and efficiency. "Hey Troy," I smile back as we finish Troy is a fallen angel, more known as a devil. He was a guardian angel but interfered when it was his human's time and got his wings stripped. I was gagging when he told us the story. I just didn't like imagining his wings getting ripped off of him. He is my friend and he's very friendly with everyone and a complete sweetheart. It just doesn't seem right to me.

Gina said calmly. "Wow, even you have a good impression of him so he must really be an angel." Anne said as Gina rolled her eyes. "I didn't know the Troy household was so famous." I said softly to myself but Anne heard me. "Roomie, they are not just famous but the most respected. The pack leader Alan Troy was a maestro in the art of warfare in his time. A high level alpha who mated with a high level omega. His fame rose because of his combat skills and he led his pack to becoming one of the most powerful. I heard his sons are even more outstanding than him." she said proudly.

Troy felt the surge of energy ripple through them, binding them to him—not only as warriors, but as wolves ready to die for their Alpha. He looked toward Daisy’s tent, his voice softening just enough to carry one final vow. “And when I take back what was stolen, it won’t just be for me. It will be for her. For the one fate bound to me, and for the pups we will raise in a world Benjamin can never touch.” ****** The dawn that followed should have brought calm, but instead it carried the scent of death. Troy’s scouts returned breathless, eyes wide. “They’re coming,” one choked. “Not a raiding party this time. His army.”

As for the questions that would come up when they found out his body was brutally burnt with some weird material, the strange glowing purple sword could explain that properly. “Hansel specifically told me not to come with silver bullet guns. ‘Saying they didn't penetrate their skin…” “Yes, Alpha Troy. He was meddling with witches. They must have helped him fortify his warriors against the burn of silver.” Denzel replied. “That crooked Wolf!” Troy sighed. “Not only did he break so many Mafia laws by attacking you unprovoked, he also worked with witches. “I heard that he did that but I assumed it all to just be a silly rumor peddled by people who hated seeing him progress in this business.” T

—directly into the Author’s Trojan Horse. ​The Narrative Overload ​The Author’s Shadow couldn't handle the "Main-Character Energy." The Trojan Horse was designed to absorb a "Secondary" signal, not the full, crushing weight of a 150-year epic. ​The boy’s form began to fracture. The black ink turned into a blinding, white Negative-Light. ​"NO!" the Author’s voice screamed from the sky. "THIS IS A LOGIC ERROR! THE STORY CANNOT SUPPORT THIS MUCH INTENT!"