Troll Under Bridge Novels & Stories

The pain in my head is throbbing. “You’re just a coward. You easily get intimidated by other packs that’s why you don’t want that place?” Cristine mocked him. “What the fuck, Cristine?! Can you see my six packs abs?” Rael said and then lift up the hem of his shirt to brag about his ‘abs’. “What? What’s the connection?” Cristine rolled her eyes. “He’s just bragging about his fats,” Fin laughed. “Fuck you Fin! I am just telling you Cristine that I am someone who does not get easily intimidated—” he stopped immediately when I stood up. I raised a brow. Everyone laughed when they noticed how Rael shut up his mouth the moment I stood up.

It is easier to infiltrate the quad if they have gaps in their stronghold. We approach the bridge, and harder it is to conceal my presence with just the trees and shadow. Although these lots seem to be dull, they are still honed by the battles they have fought. Spotting ambush is one of their known skills. Two pillars made of bricks from each end of the bridge stand tall amidst the dark. The twin was seldom used to cross over the Inner Gate, being that the use of the main road was more convenient, and other, you'd have to deal with the thieves and some bandits.

It's there one of the three main trafficking base. NEET Continue ----------------------------------------- The whole atmosphere became tensed after i spoke cause my voice came out icy cold showing my thinking clearly. ----------------------------------------- ELLA Today they will be taking in new batch to sell further. ----------------------------------------- Even though I am in the mafia, It doesn't mean I will be involved in all the illegal works. I am totally against human trafficking and drug selling business.I have destroyed many human trafficking bases but there are still many more. The word Ella used 'THEM' is the person with whom I have to settle the debts.

As he sprinted across, the bridge bucked and quaked as if something enormous was underneath it, and he’d almost reached the other shore when a large purple tentacle stretched out of the water, aiming for his waist. The Guardians on the shore opened fire, hitting it enough times to throw it off its trajectory, and Paul made it over. The Guardians shot into the water near where they thought the creature must be, an attempt to keep it at bay, as more of Paul’s teammates made it over. The final few were on the bridge when something rammed into it from underneath, hard, sending the center of the bridge high into the air. Jill and a Guardian, Maurice, were on the bridge at the time. Both of them w

A frontal assault on a fortress city was suicide. "We don't take the bridge," Jack said. He turned to Valerius. "You said you were a 'failed product'. You said you were trash." Valerius flinched. "Is this the time for insults, Jack?" "No," Jack looked him in the eye. "It's time for intel. If the bridge is for the 'Perfect' citizens... where does the trash go?" Valerius stared at the city. He looked at the gleaming towers, then his eyes drifted down. Down toward the dark, jagged rocks at the base of the cavern wall, where thick, rusted pipes were vomiting sludge into the underground sea.

We came light and fast, exactly as ordered. I crouch at the edge of the treeline and study the crossing. The bridge itself is old stone, narrow enough that a wagon has to creep across it one wheel at a time. Perfect choke point. Perfect stage. Too perfect. My wolf paces under my skin, hackles raised. Trap. “I know,” I murmur. The scouts fan out. One slips downriver. Another circles toward the bluffs. I keep my eyes on the bridge. And then I see him.

Buppig says in her ear. She begins carefully placing her paws on the rickety bridge. It creaks under her weight and her head jerks up to see the sitting troll reach up to scratch his nose before settling back. She continues, finding the boards that seem to be strong enough to bear our weight. We’re about three-quarters of the way across, when everything goes quiet. Too quiet. She looks up and to her left, straight into the dark brown eyes of a troll.

I didn’t think he was going to let us cross willingly. “Who is it that wants to cross my bridge?” The troll said from underneath. “I will not allow it, find another way.” The troll huffed. “Ben, could you come from underneath your bridge? I have a favor to ask of you.” Brax looked over at me with a warm smile. The troll coughed and scrambled up the bank side to meet us. He was short with long ears. He is a hefty, little guy with a big nose and green leathery skin. His clothes were dirty and worn. I couldn’t tell if it was his teeth or tusks that curved up from his mouth.

Others slotted together, their spines pressing flush, creating the rough outline of a bridge. Between two clusters, stones surfaced from the drift—rectangular slabs rising like teeth, one after another, until a crooked but unmistakable path stretched from a huddle of graves toward… somewhere less broken. I exhaled shakily. “I just thought—” I started. “Yeah,” Jax said. “We saw. You think ‘bridge,’ the world coughs up Ikea: Apocalypse Edition.” Ink gurgled uneasily around the base of the new structure, like it resented being pushed out of that space.

"I think I can handle a trials." We rode hard through the forest the trees blurring together as we pushed the horses to their limits. I could hear the trackers behind us. They were getting closer. "The bridge is ahead " Kael shouted over the wind. The Whispering Bridge was a rock bridge that spanned a thousand-foot drop. It was the way to get to the high peaks where the Vault was hidden. As my horses hooves hit the stone the air suddenly became still. The wind stopped,. The silence was even scarier.