Trollhunters Costumes Novels & Stories

The warriors are usually patrolling in wolf form (Drake told her that), and even if they are in human form, they would be dressed in dark gray t-shirts while these guys wore green and brown-ish patterns that provided camouflage in the forest. Talia bent slightly, hiding behind nearby bushes while focusing on four men who were talking in whispers and looking around nervously. Her eyes widened when the breeze brought the words, "Avoided… Did you find… We don't have much time..." Talia's heart thundered. Rogues. Drake said they would sneak into their territory, but she never imagined that she would actually bump into them. After all, the territory of the Dark Howlers pack is huge, and they have

“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.

He was dressed as a fiery phoenix, his costume a dazzling array of orange and red feathers, with wings attached to his arms that shimmered and shined under the lights. Storm and Rain joined in, twirling me around in a dizzying circle of color and music. Storm was dressed as a majestic storm god, his costume a powerful combination of dark blues and grays, with lightning bolts embroidered on his hooded cloak and a crown of thunderbolts on his head. Rain, on the other hand, was dressed as a mysterious and elusive rain spirit, his costume a shimmering array of blues and greens, with water droplets embroidered on his sleeves and a crown of mist on his head.

But something tells me that it's more than that. "The floor is yours." Kieran comments before grabbing a pillow off the couch and tossing it at Zander's head. Zander sits up, startled, before reaching for the pillow and chucking it at Kieran. I roll my eyes at their antics, knowing that my brothers truly have no idea what it means to be serious. I'm just glad I don't have to work with them. I can just imagine a boardroom meeting with the two of them. Zander would probably spend his time making paper footballs while Kieran made spitballs. Just the thought makes me cringe as I picture Kieran accidentally sending a large spitball to the nearby presentation screen. "Do either of you know anythin

Jax moved to the next screen, and once again, she only saw the people sitting in the sitting area in the lobby. “Could they be wearing disguises?” she asked out loud. “No. Hunters are set in their ways. They'll be in a standard dress code if they’re working or taking a break there. Like the human military.” There was no one suspicious on the second screen, either. She sucked in a breath on the third screen when she saw a young man speaking on his phone and smiling as he stood by the elevators. His hair was shaved close to his head, and he had a muscular build, but he was wearing smart-casual clothes. A button-down shirt and a pair of dark jeans or trousers.

Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red. Since I was taking point in all the planning, I may have dipped into the terrifying recesses of my twin brother’s fashionista mind to decide what everyone would wear. Ilario won’t wear a black RedSka band tee at the official ceremony but a black luxe dress shirt, tie, and cummerbund set with burgundy embroidery. Based on how Zoe checked him out, he’ll catch a few females’ attention. “Um… yes. Last-minute adjustments. I’m sorry for taking up your appointment time, Luna Katrina.” Ilario answered, obviously still nervous around Zoe.

"You got some nerve, you little damn runt! I just told you I'm Rolin… Coming here… running your mouth like that, insulting me at my own workplace! I mean who the hell do you think you—" "Stop it!" An unknown voice interpreted and made the Rolin shut his mouth… All of a sudden, the Darthar who claimed himself to be Rolin sighed and took a step back. While another Darthar with exactly the same build came out from the back. He was wearing a pair of black gloves and his face covered with a transparent head protective gear. His chest was covered with an aluminum coated apron. He removes his head gear as he comes close. The moment he stood next to the other Darthar, Fang felt his heart sink to the