Trollhunters Aja Novels & Stories

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

More Large Ironclad Earthworms appeared, and the battlefield become chaotic. “Thrashers, on me. Animal Hunters and Fighters, retreat and provide support from afar,” Although he couldn’t give a rousing speech like Rash Tiger, as one who was a master of war and tactics, Frowning Tiger gave the right command. They were a bit lucky that many of the holes were opened up close to the frontlines, so it was easier for the Animal Hunters and Soldiers to retreat. They were useless against High Class Magical Beasts, and could only provide support in terms of arrows from behind.

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

“Yes! I want to see it too!” Kael huffs, crossing his arms in exaggerated frustration. “Trolls are lame,” he grumbles, sinking back in his seat like he’s been betrayed. I can’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, champ. Two votes against one. Looks like it’s Trolls for the win—whatever that is.” The phone rings in my ear once, twice, and then clicks as Dante picks up. “Dante,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. “Yeah? What’s going on?” he responds, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Then we ignore everything else. Marcus: Fine. But I'm still mad about it. Zara: Everyone, stop. The gossip will die down. We just need to wait it out. Lorraine: My daughter is right. Trolls have short attention spans. Something else will scandalize them next week. MJ: I still think we should fight them. I can create fake accounts and Lorraine: MJ, no. We don't engage. We rise above. Kenya: Rising above is boring, though. Zara: Rising above is smart. Trust me.

Xavier yelled with a loud voice but Anita only scoffed as she folded her arms under her boobs, taking an akimbo stance with a mean look on her face. She and and Jessica were close friends in the hunting world and they are both known under The Exterminators clan to be two ruthless hunters. Some even call them 'The Ruthless Sisters'. Also, Jessica had contributed a lot to the progress of the hunting group and she (Anita) couldn't believe that her own father, the leader and inheritor of the hunting group, would decide to let her (Jessica) to just die in the hands of Arnold Chase, a feared alpha Werewolf.

If anyone connected his name, his career—and maybe his life—would be over. Jessica’s face twisted with rage. She paced back and forth, clawing for a plan. “Trolls,” she hissed. “We’ll drown the hate. Use the child angle. Make me a mother first, a victim second.” Soon, the internet was flooded with damage control. [She’s a mother. Doesn’t that count for something?] [Ray’s just as awful—he humiliated her and their child publicly!] [What kind of father would do this to his kid?] But the tide had already turned.

What the hell was that? [I’m leaving! I don’t want to be cursed] and only Ayame was left on the stream. Ayame says to herself- “It’s highly unlikely that they’re dead. If the stream was reported it wouldn’t be on still. What is this website anyways? How is it not censoring anything?” and she continues to have her noodles. Someone joins the chat suddenly and says- [You’re sick in the head if you’re still waiting here] [I’m collecting information. I don’t see what’s wrong in doing that.] she replies.