Troll Tales Novels & Stories

They all laughed at me pointing their filthy fingers at me. "This is little compared to what I will do to you if you touch any of my stuff with those filthy hands of yours. "I used my hands to cover what was left of my dignity. Someone threw a bucket full of some liquid at me. It didn't take me time to figure out what the liquid was. Everyone held their nose. I was being filmed all this while and no one cared to help me. I stared hard at the person who threw the stinking liquid at me. It was Tara, she was an omega like me and we became friends but the difference is that she had a wolf even though she was weak. I thought friends were meant to help each other out.

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

“Anyway, what’s the plan? We wait and ambush it?” “Yeah, might. It’s only one, so it shouldn't be a problem.” Kim said. “Alright then, we better prepare. Trolls aren’t too strong, but we still have to be careful.” Paul instructed. “Yuki, you got backside. Kim and Herman, you two stay on guard. Me and Mel will set up a trap so it will be easier to take it down. Got that?” “Yup!” Kim immediately answered. They started preparing the ambush. Trolls are nocturnal creatures so it was right to have come at night while they were out. They could not possibly expect an ambush from inside their home. They were ready now, all that’s left was to wait for the troll to come.

The malicious comments on her novel site were the work of hired trolls stirring up trouble. And the person behind the transactions funding this troll army was Eddie, the very one who had previously impersonated her alias.

The light that had filtered through moments ago was all but gone, leaving Damien to rely on his heightened senses. Then, without warning, the ground trembled beneath him. Damien stumbled, his heart leaping into his throat. The trembling grew stronger, accompanied by a low, rumbling growl. His eyes darted toward the sound, and out of the dense undergrowth, massive, hulking figures emerged—trolls. Their gray skin was rough and jagged like stone, their yellowed eyes gleaming with malicious intent. They towered over him, each one at least twice his size, and the moment their gaze locked onto him, they charged.

"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.

“How?” He gave me a small, smug smile. “You forget I built security systems in college. I still remember a thing or two.” I laughed despite myself. “You tracked trolls?” He came closer. “I tracked every single one.” “What did you do then?” I asked, trying not to feel giddy at the idea of someone finally standing up for me. “I reported the accounts, had them deleted. I also compiled a report and handed it to the PR team. We’re going public tomorrow.”

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

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Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.