Trollhunters Argh Novels & Stories

I confessed as I softly began to sob. Argo crouched down before me, “I think you’ve come to the right place. If there’s one thing that’s great for solving any issue, it’s beating up people. And fucking, we got many people to beat up.” “Huh?” I asked, not sure what he meant. Mila rolled her eyes, “Argo means there is a nearby pack causing some issues and threatening war. Nothing we can’t handle, but your help is always welcome.” “I do like beating people up…” I said as I wiped my tears away.

Christine made frantic faces at her, but Milo slammed his hand down on the desk. Startled, Christine straightened immediately. “Christine, haven’t you caused enough trouble? If you made a mistake, you deal with the consequences yourself.” “But he can’t hire internet trolls to attack me! They’re even insulting our whole family—saying I have no manners…” “Tina, take Christine home first.” “Milo, he really did hire trolls—” “If he truly hired trolls,” Milo said evenly, “I’ll handle it.” The implication was clear: if this was simply organic backlash from fans, then he wouldn’t intervene.

"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!"

They’re squirt guns. “What the hell is that for? Are we gonna have a water fight with him? Because that’s not how you waterboard someone,” he says. “You wouldn’t want to have a water fight with these guns. Well, that might be fun for me but definitely not you. There is more than just water in here. There is silver dust mixed in with the water. From what we’ve seen it hurts like a bitch to werewolves. It’s hard to get off completely, even with a towel. That shit sticks like glitter. You would need some clean water to rinse it all off and we don’t plan on giving this guy a shower.”

Ursula had reported the blonde did have a high temperature and had complained of sore joints but did that necessarily mean Chloe was turning? “Are you certain this isn’t the result of an attack?” He finally asked. “Oh I’m certain. There is no sign of blood or a body.” His nostrils flared as he let out a frustrated breath. What the hell was going on in this place? They had a dead pack, imprisoned wolves, corruption, three dead humans and now two missing girls. Something deep inside of him was telling him this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg but none of it was making any sense.

Because if we were going to make this out alive, they couldn't kill one another in the process. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I curled my tongue around the tips. Blew out as much air as possible. An ear-deafening whistle came out. Followed my harsh words. "I am back for a full five minutes and everyone is already acting like blood fucking fools!" I screeched. Nothing happened. They kept pummeling each other as if they were cavemen who wanted the last bit of meat. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Forced myself to become the concubine and not the mate. "Everybody in the fucking living room. NOW!"

"Why?" Wiggy turned his head, only to find the Trolls aiming with one-sided eyes. There is no need to look twice where the point of the bow child is pointing. Swallowing the saliva, the young man flapped his butterfly wings almost as fast as a hummingbird, causing the wind to sweep their chicks upward. When Lillian turned her head back, the Trolls began to draw the bowstring, just waiting for the order until the bowls flock to fill the sky. Lillian whispered again. "Wiggy, we have to find shelter ..." Right after that, Edmund lowered his hand which meant the order for the Trolls to unleash the attack. Thousands of arrows shot from bottom to top, like reverse rain, suddenly Lillian screamed o

More figures came stumbling out of the tunnel, bent over with mirth, slapping each other on the back and choking back the tears. “He nearly wet himself,” rumbled one, clutching his sides. “And when he grabbed the slime...” screamed another, falling to the floor and rolling about. God, I hate trolls.

followed suit itching for some action after so long without a good nightly binge and brawl to get the blood pumping. "Keep in mind that these are mortals," warned Rooster. "No worries old man," said Doc with a smirk. "Yeah we'll play nice if they do," replied Taz as he lead Goldie inside via the hand. "Definitely," added Riff Raff. "Cheer up old man," said Gearhead when he passed the elder werewolf before heading inside. "Better make sure they don't get into too much trouble," said Ironclad dutifully before following after Gearhead.

“Argo needs you, man. He can walk, but he’s in no condition to fight yet.” “I can fucking fight.” Argo countered, glaring at Storm. “Okay, hit me.” Storm said, taunting my son. Argo stood up, and the moment he raised his arm, he dropped it. “Fine. But I’ll be okay in five minutes or so. Don’t think that just because you’re Luna, you can boss me around. I’m a fucking gamma, and I have lived through worse.” Storm rolled his eyes, “okay, big shot. Calm your fucking horses. I’m just saying we need to either wait until more people show up or we need Asher’s help to kill anyone who still has a problem with us.”