Trollhunter Novels & Stories

tossing me over to land at Tiberius's feet. ******* Later in the Hunt The stores had the news feed on, I didn't realize a helicopter was broadcasting the news of the hunt through Ravena so everyone could see me get killed or end up in prison. They were trying to lock me in the middle without escape like true hunters, I was their prey, I jumped to the side and started climbing to a rooftop and jumped to the others until I saw the square, I was almost there with ten minutes to spare. Ty and Drax were above me flying around cheering on the wolves who were behind me full speed ahead and I saw the square as everyone cleared the opening for me to pass, the rumbling got closer and I looked back to

They both raised an eyebrow at me, and my Paps clucked his tongue irritably. “You do know that Callie helped to save this poor girl, don’t you, Susan?” Archer said, looking down at her. “Let’s just get on with what’s important.” “Exactly,” Torre interjected, rubbing her manicured hands together. “I’m hungry for vampire flesh. Let’s find the bastards.” Had I not kept a careful hold on my emotions when I was with the other hunters, I would have been unable to keep in my laughter. Torre was an icon, a hero to me, and ever so direct.

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.

Under normal conditions, Phillip would be dumbfounded at how ugly the creature was, but now he couldn't, it would take his sister if he didn't hurry. Phillip jumped over the large logs that were scattered on the floor as a result of the impact of the hard object. The Trolls tried to stop him by throwing rotten, smoky plums. The young man dodged the first and second attacks which succeeded in making the surrounding Elves troops cough, but during the third strike, one of the rotten plums of the talc hit his face. The smoke from the fruit makes his eyes sting and hard to breathe.

Damon catches it instantly. Without breaking stride, he drives it straight into the troll’s chest. The creature lets out a monstrous snarl, its entire body jerking. Damon rips the wood out and plunges it in again, deeper. Dark blood gushes out. Right where a heart should be. The troll’s roar dies into a low, broken sound as its massive body sways… then crashes to the ground with a heavy thud that shakes the earth. Silence follows. Damon steps back slowly, his chest rising and falling steadily. Then he lifts his hand slightly, signaling Alec.

The Zombie BOSS roared and pointed his camera at the swarm of Twitchers. Mmmph… rivals… they… are content thieves! The swarm of Twitchers, previously focused on Bima and Lia, now reacted to the Vlogger BOSS's roar. They hissed, their red eyes narrowing at the Vlogger BOSS, as if viewing him as a threat to their "food." [Skill 'Meme Creator' (Level 1) ACTIVATED!] [Meme: 'Tunnel Content Duel: Rotten Vlogger vs Twitcher Mukbang'] [Effect: Vlogger BOSS threat -20%! Aggression toward Twitchers +30%! Twitchers' aggression toward Vlogger BOSS +25%!]

"Get Gina out of here! The barrier is completely compromised!" "On it! And by 'it,' I mean retreating with maximum dignity!" Trevor yelled, though his actions completely contradicted his cowardly words. He lunged sideways, tackling a hunter who had tried to slip past the rubble to get to Gina. Trevor rolled onto his feet, planting a heavy, muddy boot into the hunter’s chest. "Honestly, black armor after Labor Day? The fashion police would execute you anyway!"

Max slightly turned his head at the employee and the employee cleared his throat before going out of the tent. The employee didn't go out completely. He stayed by the entrance and stared at the two people inside the tent. When Max raised his hand to tuck Seolurrie's hair behind her ear, the employee's eyes widen. He heard and he knew the rumours about Hunter Max. He was known as the one of the five most powerful hunters in Halemyir, their country. He was also known as the coldest hunter. For the coldest hunter caring for a girl is a big news to their whole country.

His bloody red hair was somewhat wavy, and some of his hair was covering his left eye. But before I would tear my throat by screaming, he removed that mask from his mouth and stopped me. "DON'T!" He said with a terror look on his face. "Or else she'll catch us." I was astonished listening to him. After all, who was he talking about? "Who will catch us?" His teeth started vibrating when he told me the name. "Lisa Dorling," he said in a hissing tone. Lisa Dorling? Who was she? And what was that man doing in this house?

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.