Troll Hunter Dreamworks Novels & Stories

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

"If we don't start now, the meeting is over." I didn't dare look up. When I first set up the projector, I had accidentally connected to the wrong Wi-Fi, and now the giant screen displayed his desktop wallpaper—my cat. It had once been an ugly little mess that could scare neighborhood kids, but I had edited it into a fluffy, bright-eyed little prince, perched on the windowsill and posing cutely for the camera. I had spent three hours editing it to perfection and stored it in a private album that even my mom hadn't seen. Yet now, it sat on Yoel's screen, gazing innocently at the whole company.

Everyone tried to comfort me, saying, "It's your idea. Nobody can really steal it from you." But Wendy, standing in the corner with red eyes and a trembling smile, said softly, "So this is Kate's dream wedding... I won't take it, then. But, if it's not too much to ask, can I come see it in person on the big day? It's just so beautiful." All her envy and disappointment showed through. Jason, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up and said in a strangely calm voice, "Kate, why don't you just let her use the design?"

"One day… I hope you cook for us so that we can taste what you are making." She threw me hate, and I didn't care if People hated me? This was my last concern. ... We were gathering around the dining table, and my father was happy and cheerful to ask him curiously, "What happened to my father?" He looked at me with his bright eyes. "I have agreed with my friends, and we arranged a trip. I'm sure we decided to go to the jungle to enjoy it there." The forest of the dead... they called it this way, those who believe in werewolves and so on. Matt means the soul. Comrade

They were all stunned. “We can match that!” Milton said desperately. “Now?” I scoffed. “Now that you’re backed into a corner, you’re suddenly willing to pay a fair price?” “I admit we haven’t treated you well in the past…” “Not treated me well?” My voice rose. “Milton, you had me Dreamweave for you for three hundred years for free, then kicked me out of the clan for a pretty face!” “I didn’t…” “You didn’t what? Didn’t use me? Didn’t deceive me? Didn’t humiliate me?”

I agreed easily. I heard him mutter a few choice words under his breath at me, probably still upset, but I just ignored him, shifting into a more comfortable position as I counted to three. I gave a little wave in the direction the camera should be. “Hey guys, I'm Strings. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, one of them being who the hell I am. Before I get into all that, though, I should thank you guys for watching. Now, as for your questions, they are going to be read by our famous guest, the one and only Nightmare Master. Since I'm blind, I need someone like him to read the questions for me don't ask him to come in front of the, camera. He doesn't like to, and it really upsets him when