Trollhunters Aja Novels & Stories

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

C26 “LUNCH DATE spotted. That caught Lux’s attention while he was scrolling on the G site. He scrolled up again when he saw a pic but passed through it, and the pic was kind of familiar to him. It was from a vlogger, content creator, journalist named Trojan War, who, as far as he knows, is a transgender. The gay guy is famous on various sites due to being a skilled content creator. Lux’s office employees watch him, and he is familiar of coffee break discussions.

Would they be able to avoid the other harbingers of chaos and disasters? For real, broadcasting one's identity to several immoral hosts was simply telling them to come and hunt him down! In Aljur's mind, he was already telling his AI to add a permanent subtitle to the current top video in all video-sharing sites. However, this facade gradually fell when the one he was facing kept giggling and looking at him like he was the greatest idiot in the world. His grip on the daggers became stronger. His frown deepened, same with the darkness in his heart.

"I wasn't sitting in it because I thought I'd look like a dick sitting at a throne while the rest of you sit at a table. Thank you for proving me right." "Who the hell are you anyways?" Hunter asked. "Oh, did you miss the announcement? I'm Yavo, Monarch of the Trolls." "Aren't trolls supposed to be ugly?" Wokor asked. "You're one to talk, have you looked in the mirror today?" Yavo snorted. "Watch your mouth you grease cretin!" "More racism." I whispered. "Well that settles it. He is quite ugly!" Elion laughed. "On the inside!" "Don't address me you petty termite." Yavo sneered.

Growling came through the sleuth link, ordering everyone back to the home. “Of course, dear. I’m not a barbarian. I will grant you death.” Tasha stepped forward and I slammed my arm into her chest. “NO!” She looked at me sadly. “Just let me go, Tara. I don’t-” All hell broke loose when bears charged into the room and the councilman at the back of the room finally shifted and leaped into the fray. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the human men moving through the room, struggling to get to our side as they shot and stabbed wolf after wolf. I was yanked forward and my hand slipped away from Tasha. I shifted and quickly disposed of the wolf before shifting back when a panicked link came throug

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.

“To all you jealous haters who just claimed this arena game is scripted and that his hands are only pretending to know music—why don't your own fingers type a song title right now?” “Yes! If our favorite boy can pluck whatever random track they throw out, it proves this show is completely honest and unscripted.” “My mind believes his claws hold real power. The wolves typing those nasty words are clearly trying to frame his name and ruin his honor.” “There is a huge possibility that those accounts are just paid mercenaries hired to trash his rank,” Jonah's official account types straight into the stream feed. Jonah lets out a super satisfied grin as his eyes watch the comment section turn aro

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

Does she even qualify? Tod replied below: ~Do you have a toilet at home? If so, hurry up and eat some feces, and then go pee and look at yourself. A mouth full of crap deserves to drink toilet water.~ ~This Amanda woman is constantly trying to trend. She's already Benjamin's wife. How can she still be so shameless?~ Tod hugged his keyboard, his small fingers clattering away. In a short time, he had retorted hundreds of messages. He also managed to pinpoint the trolls' address. Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen:

Noah murmured. I did not bother to answer again. We arrived at Noah’s quarter. There was no one there except for the three of us. I guess they are all sent to a different mission. I got to my usual room, my workplace where several computers and monitors are being operated. My team was also there, trying to maintain the uproar of the diplomat’s issue. We are using alias, Troll 1 up to 4, and User 1 up to 3. “It’s time,” Asher declared. We were using airpods. “Let’s get their asses wipe out.” “I’ll send you the location,” I declared.