Trollhunters Costumes Novels & Stories

She appeared deep in thought, “No, it all happened in a flash, I saw it all happen and then I charged towards you then I saw the snake…” Dragomir didn’t understand what she was saying but he was going to probe later. He pulled the reins of his horse, she did the same, and then they began to ride in the direction from where they came. Then suddenly there was a loud outcry and an army of trolls emerged, they were very short like dwarfs, looked like they had aged centuries, dressed in drab clothing. Some had very large ears, noses and eyes. Their hair was balding, some had sores scattered over their already disgusting, wrinkly skins.

Too perfect. Each team split off in different directions, casual in appearance. Trevor had ordered everyone to dress in clean, human attire—jeans, hoodies, sneakers—nothing that would betray who they were. Weapons were hidden in belt loops, pant legs, or tucked under jackets. Silver, wolfsbane, nightshade. Enough to protect themselves, not start a war.

It was the fabric of our supposed gear, folded neatly in stacks. Murmurs broke out around me, only growing louder as Rochwall reached for one and held it up for us to see. It was a jumpsuit with a lightning bolt on the chest and a gold belt around the waist. Simple, clean, but beautiful in my eyes because it meant something. “At least it looks better than the blue from last year,” Dylan said, tilting his head. “Trinity saw a picture and said it looked like a trash bag.” I let out a small puff of laughter. I remembered what Dylan’s looked like from last year, as I had also seen it in a picture, and this one wasn’t half as bad. If she had given the other one an F, she would give this one a C.

I tucked the paper in my bag and took a turn when I saw them. Mia and Tasha. They were both dressed in cheer team uniforms, it was a sleeveless white top with dark blue stripes and in front of it was the Ravencrest logo of a wolf shield with a moon above it. The skirt was dark blue and it was so short I could see their black shorts underneath it. Dark blue arm sleeves with what looked like claw mark designs wrapped around their arm and white sneakers that stride towards me sharply. My heart sank as I slowed and contemplated turning back, but it was too late as Mia’s eyes landed on me and her painted lips curled into a smirk. Behind her Tasha moved like an ever loyal shadow and when she saw m

Dragons dark green, Basilisks black, Ogres yellow, Fairies and Elves a deep purple. I opted out of the standard uniform and dressed in just thick cotton lined leggings with a long sleeve black shirt. If I needed to shift I would tear it apart anyways. I also wasn’t offered an uniform and was trying not to think too deeply why that was. Bolton stood in his dark brown pants with red general’s jacket that made him stand out from all the rest. No one but him could wear red. I wasn’t sure if it was a Vampire thing or general thing though. Most of us headed out on foot with a few trucks filled with supplies following behind us. I gave my mom a wink and began walking once Bolton did.

The twins started pressing buttons and levers, as more supplies on the wall then a Glass stone tube appeared. Olive and Clover squealed in thrill, they walked in having the whole tube spin in a high speed. Once it slowed down they walked out fully dressed, head to toe battle suits, they wore tight silver jackets that reached below the hip. In the lower half they wore silver skinny leather pants, wearing spikes red ankle boots with chains all their bodies. Lastly chains formed into a crown of their cherry hair, as their red-ginger winds danced in and away in the distance as if they were real flames.

the announcer called. Kade was already in his own match, but I did see Caiathus, so I sent him both a wink and a smirk. Alpha Xavier’s eyes roamed over my body, making me want to throw some Moon Fire at him. Sadly, I could not do that. Luckily, we put plenty of thought into the uniforms this year. Some she-wolves were fighting in a sports bra and shorts. Anyone who wished to do that could. The rest had a spandex tank top/shorts one piece combo with the pack crest and name on it. Most of our she-wolves chose to wear it.

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.

He finds Layla with ease, I follow him and take the picture for my sister, along with a few others of some more kids. The children are enjoying their party almost as much as the adults, I've seen some very interesting costumes. Caelum, Ryker, Cassian and Bishop are dressed as who they truly are when the night falls, the knighthood. Several members of different ranks are present tonight, some in military uniforms and some in police uniforms. My one request to them was no chaos tonight, I didn't want to have to break up a fight but Caelum being Caelum broke someone's nose for passing a remark about Aurora's costume which happens to be a mix of Kim possible's hair and Kitana or a ninjas outfit,

Jason and Ethan said. Ayesha sighed theatrically "Nothing could go wrong with this plan" **** Cassie led Maddie behind the trashcans she and Jason had emerged from, to a deserted alley populated by rats. There she proceeded to help Maddie get dressed in the fighting gear: a closefitting turtleneck and pants of tough, dark leather. Up close she could see that the material was not stretchy but stiff, a thin leather pounded very flat until it became flexible. There was also a utility belt that had complicated belt loops. The Hunter's utility belts were big, sturdy things, meant for hanging weapons on.