Trojan Horse Troy Novels & Stories

Tory said to Gold as she got on the bed. "Like what???" Gold asking laughing. "Girl you know what I'm talking about don't stress me, we spent last night dealing with unnecessary issues because I have a brainless friend who thinks with his dick instead of his head"Tory stretches her body causing her bones to make sounds. "At least, no one disturb you, I had to fight thug of the way last night before I finally got some sleep and I still have to sleep with one eye open" Grace laughs about the situation as she explained what happened last night to Gold.

Jake Trojan ran all the way to the woods behind our packhouse and all the way towards the mountain. I kept quiet and let him keep control. He blocked me off from his mind, so I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I decided to trust him. Today for the first time Trojan revealed a bit of information about himself. My wolf didn’t talk much, only when it was necessary.

He was supposed to be down in the dungeon with the other prisoners but Reynard had instructed that he should rather live amongst the warlocks for closer monitoring. According to the Lord Command, Troy had a really powerful aura around him and was therefore very important to him. Since he was kidnapped and brought in as a child, he’d mingled with the warlocks and been taught whatever he needed to know. The Jackal knew that the Lord Command would relish sacrificing Troy when the time suited him. He claimed that the more powerful the soul, the sweeter it was to absorb them. So Troy was bound to be sacrificed at a point but till then, he was one of them.

I added. "Mhm. Here. Let me tell you the prophecy Nikos never wanted to be known or come true." Trophonius sighed, setting his cup aside. "When a monster of three heads rampages, a horse will collapse injured in its wake. A wolf hunting the monster will find the horse and fight against chains of lightning and blades to reach it. As the horse grows strong, the chains grow weak. If the horse grows weak, the Wolf forces himself free, rampaging and killing all around him." he spoke, his tone ominous, which should be expected when a prophecy comes from the lips of an oracle.

"Yes. I'd love to." Troy let out a big breath. "I'm so glad you said yes. Plan B was going to be a whole lot less cool, but way more entertaining." "Oh, what was Plan B?" He smirked. "I pull the dragon card and steal the pretty girl." I laughed out loud. Couldn't help it. Troy was funny. "Well I guess I'm glad I said yes then too. I would've hated to pull the vampire card and been forced to kick your dragon ass."

“I wish you safety on your journey.” “Since we are bidding our farewells now, I wanted to tell you something,” Troy told me with a neutral countenance. “What is it?” I said, curious. “Remember what I told you yesterday?” “A- about the snake plant?” I answered hesitantly. “Close, but not that,” Troy smirked. “About how humans develop their ways of taking advantage of werewolves.” Remembering what he had just told me, I answered, “Yes. I remembered. What about it?”

The latter was highly unlikely, no matter how relieving, and that was why we had prepared ourselves for the former. Alan was trying to figure out a way to get us out of here without having to go back upstairs but we both knew that it was impossible. Either there was a secret tunnel that could lead to our rescue or we were eternally trapped in here. It was the former. When we stumbled across the door that seemed like our ray of sunshine, we hadn't expected it to be filled with enormous boxes preventing any path for us to walk on. As we made our way through them, I couldn't believe the number of them that were lying there. I was convinced that they ranged up to hundreds if not even thousands.

Seeing Dove start to shake, Troy continued. “My family was tasked to protect the scroll. My father couldn’t handle the weight of that burden alone, so he had my mother memorize the last 50% of the scroll. When she had been successful in doing it, he dropped the bomb that fractured our family, and brought down on us the beginning of the end.” Troy reached over to take a drink of his water, the longer a wolf is submitted, dry mouth is an unfortunate side effect.

“Troy. My name is Troy and I have come here to seek refuge.” I nodded sarcastically. “What if you had lured the vampires or what you said is attacking, what if you had lured them here? Should I be planning to continue your war?” Troy shivered at the mention of war. “I just want you to know…it has haunted down different parks and sooner or later, it is going to find you. I wanted a safe harbor. I have heard so much about you.” I rolled my eyes and nodded. “So, what do you want me to do for you now?”

I tried again. Troy's gaze remained fixed ahead, but his tone grew more serious. "I'm heading security. I have to…" "Her name's Athena," I interrupted, glancing over at her again. She dropped her eyes shyly when she saw me looking. "She's a princess. A werewolf princess." Troy didn't react, his face as stoic as a rock. I patted his arm, giving him a teasing smile. "Talk to her, Troy. You need to get a love life."