Trollhunter Arcadia Novels & Stories

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I mumbled to myself as I kept scrolling through the available hits. "Ah, Vanderwood. Oh? This is a double hit? Looks like the man and his brother. Well, well, well, challenge accepted." I said out loud, as I pressed accept, and watched as file after file downloaded to my app. Now to study my prey. The GPS said I had an hour to the closest Academy, so I had time to do some research.

That evening down in Mysticfall, Tyler Dawson entered the stone arch of the Lube mansion, bringing the raw news of Charles Whitaker’s sudden termination with him. "I didn't think Chloe would turn into such a lethal hunter, Ada," Tyler said, cracking the seal on a jar of mountain moonshine and taking a long draw. "The old man was begging on his knees in the snow, but her stick didn't waver once. I find her current scent rather terrifying."

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

“Are you trying to blow our cover?!” “He doesn’t know.” Aria was reassuring herself as she was Jason. “As far as he’s concerned, this is just another rundown bar.” “Oh my god, you’re serious.” Jason held his head. “I don’t get it. Why the hell did the Madam assign this job to you? We should’ve known. You were never cut out for this job, Spider. All you’re good at is smashing heads together, not subterfuge.” “Hey, what’s wrong with trying to diversify?” Aria said defensively. Nevertheless, being here in front of her childhood friend from Black Dahlia’s home pressured her to perform at her best. Even as she argued with Jason, she kept an eye on the direction of the washroom.

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

He held up a drawing of a stick figure with a cape and a huge smile. I knelt beside him, pushing away the cold dread for a moment. "Wow, Jasper! He looks so strong! What's his name?" "Captain Awesome!" Jasper declared, puffing out his chest. "He saves everyone!" I smiled, a real smile this time, though it felt fragile. "He sure does. You're a great artist." I ruffled his hair, feeling the softness of it. His innocence was a sharp, painful reminder of why I was doing all of this. Why I'd just walked into Caden's trap. It wasn't for me. It was for this small, bright light, for Mom.

"We thought... Henderson said you ran into the Dead Lands. We thought the cold took you." "Henderson was half-right," I said coolly. "Aria did die in the snow. I’m just the ghost she left behind." I leaned back in my leather chair, crossing my legs. "You have five minutes, Alpha Miller. My time is billed at ten thousand dollars a minute. I suggest you start talking." Lucas flinched. The casual mention of money hit a nerve. Rumor had it the Silver Moon Pack was millions in debt.

“I mean, it could be anything, right?” I lean away from the wall. “I felt it, Nyra. There are hunters in Blood Ridge, and we have to fish them out. But first, we should go to the borders to check if we can recognize their scent.” Luca nods and moves out to rally the warriors, while Nyra pushes closer to me, tilting her head. “Is there something else you want to tell me, Darius?” “Why?” I say smoothly, giving nothing away. “Did Luca tell you anything?”

She had heard how Motorcycle Club members were a little weird and strange. “I’m not Jimmy Black. Don’t you know who I am?” asked the man with a strange expression of disbelief on his face. Brooklyn’s eyes widened and she was dumbstruck by his words. If he wasn’t Jimmy Black, then who was he? She shook her head slowly. She had no idea who he was and why he was after her. Her mind went completely blank. If he wasn’t Jimmy Black, then how exactly did he know his name? How many people were after her? “I am Nikolas Ardolf, owner of Ardolf Winery, worldwide. Surely you’ve heard of me?” he asked with a smirk.