Trollhunters Costumes Novels & Stories

A roar builds in my chest, but I swallow it down, forcing words past the knot of fear in my throat. “I want every guard in this hotel searching now!” My voice shakes with urgency. “There’s a boy and a girl. The girl is wearing a pink dress—what’s that show she loves? The one Damon always grumbled about… Trolls! It’s a pink Trolls dress. The boy has on a light blue button-up shirt and navy slacks.” The guard straightens, nodding briskly, and lifts his radio to rattle off the description. His voice cuts through the static as he relays the details, precise and steady while mine still trembles.

” A man who wears a Viking helmet which horns look like sharp blades said. “Carz, the tiger.” A man in tiger motive kimono said. “Darz, the rabbit.” A long-haired woman in a white coat and white high heels said. “Garz, the horse.” A gigantic man in a grey T-shirt and 4 swords akimbo said. “Irz, the monkey.” A man in a shabby T-shirt and ripped jeans said. “Jarz, the rooster.” A man who wears goggles and red fur pullover said.

I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws. A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical alpha warrior stepping right out of a spirit legend with the hot mist floating all around my chest.

There were countless obscene images—every woman in them wearing my face. What I couldn't accept was that among them was footage from the day I was beaten and stripped. Even more revolting was the caption beneath it: [A devoted fiancé waits faithfully for years at home, only to be rewarded with a worn‑out slut.] I immediately had PR intervene, but the internet spreads like wildfire. Some traces couldn't be erased. I ordered an investigation, and it didn't take long to trace the IP address straight to the Huxley Group's office building.

I really didn’t want to. “You can’t go back smelling like that, if any male looks at you, we will kill him,” Arion said. I sighed, I went upstairs, washed up a bit, and put on new clothes. I came back down wearing my cutoff denim shorts, a black cami, and a pair of flip-flops. Both twins watched me, hunger in their eyes. “Do I look ok?” I asked suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You look more than ok,” Arrow said licking his lips.

He left again like a man running a war from a tablet. The next evening, I met them in the lobby like we were about to execute a bank heist instead of watch a movie. Rory wore a beanie pulled low and glasses that were absolutely fake. Micah wore a plain hoodie and a cap, minimal and effective. Jace wore a black hoodie, cap, and a medical mask like he was hiding from germs and destiny. “Do I look normal?” Rory whispered loudly. “No,” I whispered back. “You look like a celebrity trying to look normal.”

The next moment, the skin, flesh, and clothes on his body tore in half like a piece of paper. Swoosh! A dark purple figure leaped out like a cicada shedding its carapace. Then, a burst of malicious and piercing laughter sounded. "I'm here to kill you!" The few members of the Simmons family behind him also tore their clothes and skin like him, revealing their true colors. These four guys who pretended to be the Simmons family members were dressed in uniform purple armor and spooky domino mask. They appeared like four giant bats flying out of the abyss, exuding a monstrous aura.

Lord Rickard Hyde supplied them with horses and food for their journey, then they rode out of the Earth City and into the Forgotten Forest. Diego and Balon wore green Earth Triber jackets and Altar was forced to wear one aswell. "Its for your own safety" Balon assured,"Earth Tribe dress codes is familiar in the Winter Land apparently because of our allience with them. If you dont cover that metal armour you have on the Huntsmen will attack thinking you're from the Dornish."

The bright colored male is so far away I can't make out his features, but I know Mo can. "Welcome to the fourth Harvest Tournament where we unite our differences and celebrate the bravest warriors in the universe. The colors this Harvest will be Cok green, Gaimo red, Earth blue, Puelo white, Makskin gold, Glortinon orange, Shikaz yellow, Hassin purple, Bronkark brown, Frole silver, Vaals burgundy, and Kea black. We have flags and support banners available for scanning on your screens," the announcer says and the crowd goes wild.

The only ones not yet ready were Skyller and Christian. " Wow, Rose, are you determined to kill someone from the heart today? " Liam sneered. " I hope I find someone worth it," I crooned. My costume consisted of a white tulle bodice encrusted with various sparkly pebbles and a tulle tutu skirt that didn't even reach halfway up my thighs. In the back I wore a pair of white wings and a halo on my head.