Troll Pumpkin Novels & Stories

THE FEAR MERCHANT The Jack-o’-lantern on Roy Wallace’s porch was in desperate need of a Botox treatment. A mere week after Halloween, rot was already hard at work on the toothy grin. The corners of its mouth had drooped into a grimace, and the gourd reeked of sweet decay and old smoke. His face twisting into the same mask of displeasure, Roy didn’t know what to blame: the odor or the house across the street.

The words tumble out of me so fast that they’re almost unintelligible. He blinks at me, and I see him take a discreet sniff of the air. My heart nearly crawls into my mouth at the sight. “I—We have—We have a special of the day, th—the Halloween Pumpkin Frappé.” My hand is gripping the knife so tightly, the blade slices my skin. The scent of my blood is thick in the air now, and the Alpha studies me, frowning. I’m going to hyperventilate. I know I am.

I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

It's pudgy, it's terrifying, and it's soft and smells like butter, or is it toffee? "Baaabbaa" And it utters nonsense all the time. There is nothing dignified about the way the little gremlin eats pumpkin squash with its fat hands and then proceeds to spit it out immediately. Ew. "How, uh, how old is he now?" I cannot recall the answer she gives; my question is aimed at politeness since the 'double date' has already been ruined by the little terrorist.

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

“I’m sorry. I was completely fascinated. There’s so much flesh inside. It seems a shame to waste it.” “This variety is grown for lanterns. Apparently, it doesn’t taste very good.” “I didn’t know there were pumpkins like that.” I took the tool he offered me and began scraping vigorously at the inside of the pumpkin. “That should be enough,” he said after a while. “Would you like to carve the face too?” “What? But it’s going to be displayed along the garden path. I’d feel terrible if mine turned out badly.” It would be unfortunate if one pumpkin among the others ended up looking remarkably ugly.

"These are the trolls. They love singing and eating. Their life revolves in partying and sleeping. Also, they are known for being fond of anything sparkling, and so they used to hoard large amounts of gold and silver. Laying one's hands on these treasures is one of the chief rewards for getting the better of them." Professor Morgan started his lesson with a brief introduction about the background of Trolls. According to him, the reason why these trolls were kept in an underground chamber is for their own safety. Trolls have one fatal weakness, and that is the sun. Apparently, when a troll was exposed to sunlight it will immediately be turned into a stone. Being a lover of music and arts in n

Now that the sun was down, she would let the vampire know exactly how she felt about his lack of leadership skills. The house at the top of the hill was massive and castle-like in some of its architecture. Large towers were situated at either end and the huge oak double doors at the entrance boasted large cast iron knockers. The grounds that surrounded the house were made up of a vast pumpkin patch, where the town turned for most of the ingredients in its pumpkin related food and drink and pumpkin carvings as the sacred holiday grew nearer. A tall brick wall and a wrought-iron gate that was broken ages ago surrounded all of this and the gate was always open.

She winked and started riding ahead of them. "Come on, let us go. Bitch is crazy!" Piper sat properly in the car as Billy ignited the engine. When they got to the mall, they saw Willow's bicycle parked right outside. Then they alighted from the car and started walking toward the mall. At the outside of the mall was a huge scarecrow that had the head of a pumpkin. Billy hit the head of the pumpkin and it made Piper and Hazel laugh. "Come on, let us get the damn costume!" They entered the mall.

The bright skies and burning suns exacerbated the situation, with the canyon's shadows acting as the only solace. We soon came upon our first monster while travelling along the stretch of land. A green-skinned creature has three heads and six arms, as well as heads or faces protruding from its torso. It made me sick to see such a monster. It was repulsive. [Dire Troll- Rare rank] HP- 410 DEF-67 ATK- 65 Skill: Keen Senses. Regeneration. Bite. Rapid Attack. Grafting. [Cannibalistic Trolls are found in hot climates. The consequence of cannibalism causes the troll to grow to an unusually huge size.]