Troll Songs Novels & Stories

I’m glad they all get a happy after, they deserve it. D has been weird. He’s been singing songs in my ears or playing songs to me. I walk into the dance studio and go to turn the music a song comes on I don’t know, looking it up it’s ‘Trey Songz – More than That’ I click skip, only for the next song to be worse, the words have my eyes widening and looking up the song I find it is by ‘Plies ft. Pleasure – Get you wet.’ I hold back the scream and skip the song, the intro to the next song has me laughing, I know this one. I walk to the door and open it.

And then, on the dresser beneath the pictures, he saw a crumpled-up t-shirt that struck him as oddly familiar. “You shouldn’t have come in here… This is our room, mine and Lyv’s…” Erik said from the doorway. Lennon kept his eyes locked on Erik’s as he stepped to the dresser and unfolded a dirty t-shirt. The writing on the t-shirt made Lennon almost puke. The words were the same her internet troll had as a profile picture… ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock.’ Dropping the t-shirt like the filth it was, he clenched his teeth against the wave of fury and terror that washed over him.

The lyrics were sugar-coated nonsense, bouncing around the interior like confetti on caffeine. “What in the world are we listening to?” I asked, unable to mask the horror in my voice. Dante grinned, tapping the steering wheel in rhythm. “Trolls soundtrack. It’s catchy, right? You like it?” I blinked at him, appalled. “No. Absolutely not.” He shrugged. “Selene downloaded it on my Spotify. I didn’t realize it would be... so upbeat.” I sighed, leaning back into the seat, regretting every second of this ride that wasn’t wrapped in silence. And we weren’t even at the commune yet.

“Willow.” I said. Leaning myself against the bar. “What’s yours?” I asked. His eyes flashed from light blue to dark. He is a dragon. Duh Willow, what else would he be? A troll? Maybe I have had too much to drink. One of my favorite songs to dance to blasted over the speakers. “I LOVE this song!” I say screaming so he could hear me.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

Chase asks, sitting up straighter. I tilt my head, straining my ears. I can hear the beat, the rough drumming that sounds like it's straight out of a horror film. The singer starts, his gravelly, smoke-filled voice further aggravating the spidery feeling on my arms, but I can't hear the lyrics over the roaring crowd. I shake my head. "Hell Broke Luce." I frown. "Tom Waits? They play it all the time in the barracks. Most metal non-metal song you'll ever hear."

Sean stood beside me tapping his foot and humming to Eminem’s Venom, to which I joined in singing the parts I knew best while he continued humming. I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed When the world gives you a raw deal Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!" When it talks to you like you don't belong Or tells you you're in the wrong field When something's in your mitochondrial 'Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin' This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!"

Travis teased with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well if you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you, I sing really high so you might want to cover your ears." I sighed in defeat at. I didn't accept taunts well, bite me. I searched my memory for a song that was high enough so that they wouldn't be able to recognise the voice. I decided on a cute Disney song from Thumbelina called 'Let Me Be Your Wings'. When the song ended most were staring at me and others were clapping.

he asked with a sneer and a challenge in his gray eyes. So I laughed heartily at that. “I am. But the flyer said 'total shit,' and I don't think I've made it that far yet." "Okay, Ollie, I'll take it," he said with almost satisfaction. "So you're targeting Jonathan Davis?" I didn't raise an eyebrow, because I had listened to the band Korn more than well. "Which?" "Somebody somebody." “How about Narcissistic Cannibal?” I pitched a song that fit my range perfectly.