Trollhunters Aja Novels & Stories

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

"The government wants to put me in a box and use me to control wolves. They said if I don't, they'll call us terrorists." I looked at Jonah, at my dad, at Karl. "I'm not a terrorist. I'm a kid who just got his brother back." Jonah leaned into the frame, silver eyes shy. "Hi," he whispered. "I'm Jonah. I'm fourteen. Please don't vote to hunt us." That was it. That broke the internet. The comments went from fast to unreadable — just hearts, wolves, #ProtectTheNulls trending in real time on the side of Jace's laptop.

I clicked on T*****r and immediately sent: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE LAURA'S MURDERERS? VOTE NOW!" And clicked send.

“How the hell did you track us up here?” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “You all have a tracking device inside you,” he said. “Every damn person you released has already been tracked down. Either brought back... or killed. The three of you are the only ones left.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I paced a few steps back, my mind racing. “I should’ve killed that bitch when I had the chance,” Riley muttered from where he sat, his eyes burning holes into me. His words hit harder than I wanted to admit. Jade—kind, gentle Jade who used to patch up stray animals and cry over broken wings—was now this? A monster experimenting on humans and werewolves alike?

] Netizen 2: [I feel like something is missing… like, what’s your daughter’s name? Netizen 3: [+1! I also want to know the name of Shadow and Mr. Robinson’s daughter.] Netizen 4: [Hahaha, enough already! Shadow has been super thorough… don’t push your luck!] Netizen 5: [Perfect! With such an impressive background and achievements, this will scare the crap out of those troll accounts! Hahaha!] Netizen 6: [Marketing accounts/haters: “Waaah, this is cheating, it doesn’t count!”]

"Hello, Jessica." "Mr. Stroud! Something terrible has happened!" Ruth's tearful voice crackled through the line. "Jessie's illness has flared up again. She's in the ER right now! Her father and I are beside ourselves. Could you please come to the hospital?" Taken by surprise, Joshua sprang to his feet. "Jessica was perfectly fine, wasn't she? How could she have relapsed like this?" Ruth broke down. "A few days ago… Jessie posted a harmless update about her life on Twitter. But out of nowhere, a swarm of hateful trolls attacked her, calling her a shameless mistress!