Troll Quadrants Novels & Stories

They decided to attack Somerland alongside Falconia because wanted to understand Somerland's exact strength. That person was Quentin—the fourth member of Somerland Parliament. He was second only to the three God Rank guardians. He was only half-step to God Rank. However, Quentin was a sniper. He had spent a lifetime with guns. He was already a good marksman. After getting halfway to God Rank, his marksmanship had been further improved. He had even been able to threaten God Rank guardians with his stealth. However, there was a price to pay for Quentin's prowess as a half-step to God Rank that could even threaten God Rank guardians.

My heart pounded in my chest as I listened closely. “The boys need to find their mate soon. It’s crucial for the pack’s future.” The voice was deep, authoritative, it was Alpha Joan. I frowned, leaning closer, what were they talking about? “They’ll be eighteen tomorrow.” Another voice chimed in, one of the elders, “If they don’t find their mate by the full moon, we could lose everything. The Moon Goddess has warned us before.” The words sent a chill down my spine. They were talking about the quadruplets… Your tormentors, my brain supplied.

This was war. The word war lingered in my mind, chilling and electrifying all at once. “You can’t just—” I started, but Fenrir cut me off with a sharp gesture. “Oh, we can. And we will. The council has been itching to undermine the quads for years. You think they’ll pass up the chance to use you as leverage?” His silver eyes glittered with the kind of fury that promised someone would bleed before dawn. “That’s not leverage,” I said, heat creeping into my voice. “That’s my life.”