Troll Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Raymond's face paled at the sight of the Demonblood Gourd. He began to worry about Severin. The Demonblood Gourd was Uzair's trump card and was one of two treasures that Uzair was famous for, the other being the Thunderbolt Pool. The gourd was infamous for its malevolent energy that thirsted for blood upon activation. Even level nine supreme saints could be mentally affected by the oppressive energy.

“I know the way your mind works.” “Look at this one! It’s all bumpy!” Edward laughs, looking at the pumpkin with a look of disgust on his face. “You don’t like it?” I ask. “It has warts!” “It does?” I make a move to touch it and Edward grabs my hand, laughing. “You’ll get warts too!” I take Edward’s hand and lead him to another row of pumpkins. He goes to a large, oval-shaped one that has to be heavy. “I like this one!”

Still, he was already dreaming of retirement, of leaving the place to the next generation. The Pick-Your-Own pumpkin patch came into view, and he frowned—every other crop row had at least two or three rotten pumpkins on the umbilical-like vines, shriveling on the ground. They appeared frostbitten, although overnight temperatures hadn’t dipped anywhere near the freezing mark yet. This hadn’t been here before, he realized.

Poppie The party started jumping and I knew I should have left before everyone started showing up. The room was packed with guys and chicks wall to wall. Smoke filled the air so thick a person would swear that something was on fire somewhere. I hung out with Marcus for a bit, sitting on his lap while he played Spades, I was just there to smoke the blunts that were going around. I was feeling lifted as I kept refilling my drink to the point I wasn’t adding any mixer, it was just alcohol. Straight vodka.

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

I felt the pull of sleep tugging at me and before I knew it, I drifted off. “Father, look what I made for you!” In my hand swinging around was a red, blue and black plaited bracelet. I held it up and wrapped it around his wrist to see a giant smile on his face. “I love it pumpkin.” He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day.

The snap of a branch too heavy to be that of a small animal. Kade was already on his feet, knife in his hand. He held up a hand...silence. We waited. Five figures emerged from the tree line. Rogues from the wild look in their eyes, the scars covering their exposed skin and the horrible, rotten stench that emanated from them. "Well well." The one in front said, a scarred man with one white eye and jagged yellow teeth. "Look what we have here. Pack wolves in neutral territory. You lost, puppies?"

The troll grinned wider, its rusty ax held high. Phillip glared in horror. As fast as lightning deflected the ax with the back of his arm, even though it numbed his arm almost breaking it, at least the organ was still there. One hard kick from Phillip sent the Troll crashing into a puddle of mud. In the next instant, the Troll's body was sucked swiftly into the mud before it even had a chance to scream. The puddle turned into a tall mound of mud that ran like a snail. Phillip quickly backed away as the creature approached, but it turned out to be only helping him to his feet. Phillip frowned in amazement as the mud creature waved his hand in a friendly manner. Typical Northern Falsies.

Morris was going through the vegetable tree, picking a fresh pumpkin directly from its tree. Just as he turned to put it in the basket, a voice called from behind. “Morris.” It couldn’t be that voice, only one person has this deep, and thick voice. The pumpkin slipped from his hands and dropped to the ground. He turned slowly, heart racing. “Goodness gracious…”

Still dealing with the absurdity of a zombie aunt, Joanna was just plain mad. Raven spoke up. "Joanna, I can hear pockets of conversation. They are not zombies. They are discussing a strange plant that pulses." Joanna froze at the mention of the pulsing plant. In her dream, this was known as the most intelligent plant after the apocalypse started. She had never seen it before, but she had heard terrifying rumors of its immense, destructive capabilities. She also remembered a critical detail from her dream: the plant's warning system consisted of powerful pulses that acted like heavy air charges, generating violent shockwaves capable of slamming into and throwing a threat far away from it.