Trollhunters Meme Novels & Stories

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

“Is it? You told me that you had everything under control once before. And do you know who was not at the Hunt? The one that we hosted. I’m surprised we’re not still the laughingstock of the world.” The meme that had circulated around the were-community social media popped into Sirius’ mind. A picture of the Maidens walking through the woods with the caption Camouflage so good the Alpha’s daughter cannot be found. It and several others ran the typical course of any scandal and then died off with the next one. They had popped up a few more times over the past year and each time Malachi burst into his office threatening to take his position back.

All of the Hunters held their breath as they saw three more trolls emerge from the depths of the cave, bearing their fangs and growling. “What the heck…” Paul spoke with a hint of fear in his voice. GROAH!! “Hyah!” Kim yelled while rushing at the trolls. “Wait, Kim!” Paul shouted, trying to stop him. “Tch!” Paul ran after him. Herman also followed them. “Wait, all of you-!” Yuki couldn’t complete her sentence. “We have to help them! Yuki, fire your arrows! [Strengthen]! [Light Feet]!” Mel started casting spells to buff her teammates.

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

” He jumped on the bed, making me giggle. “And you, most boys—” like your brothers, “are stubborn, they wouldn’t take a drug even if you laced it with apple pies.” He laughed at that, and just when I was about to stand, he picked a remote and played an animation. The name ‘Troll Hunters’ was written boldly on the screen. “Can you stay for some minutes Sophie?” Josh asked, his eyes pleading. “Ace and Jaxon are not fans of animations so they refuse me whenever I ask them to watch my favourite show with me.”

“Yeah. I’ve noticed you liking and re-blogging them a lot.” “They’re good videos. You have a lot of good tips on there.” “Thank you.” I hesitated. “Do you go on social media a lot?” He shook his head and swallowed another mouthful. “No. There are a lot of trolls on there just trying to ruin people’s day. I try to avoid it.” Inwardly, I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn’t HockeyDude12, after all. At least, he probably didn’t pay enough attention to our messages to realize it was me.

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

“If your own hands are so good at acting out fake scripts, why don't your boots step in front of a drone and perform these four tools for our eyes?” “My brain would be deeply impressed if a crew could actually pre-rehearse a random internet request live.” “Where did the haters run off to? Come out of your holes!” “I bet their tails are tucked between their legs because their faces are completely embarrassed and want to hide.” A massive army of my regular fans and ordinary network viewers openly mock and laugh at those trolls who tried to frame my name. Meanwhile, the paid internet mercenaries and jealous haters can do absolutely nothing but stay completely silent in the chat. What else could

Well, if I hadn't been JJ, seeing this would have hurt like hell. While I was still scrolling through T*****r, Lillian sent more screenshots: "Look at these comments. I'll literally do a headstand on livestream if these aren't paid trolls." The screenshots showed several top comments mocking me. The one with the most likes read: "Tsk tsk, so there WAS true love in that rushed marriage—just not for his wife! But hey, Mrs. Carter's still winning with that rich husband, right?" The trending topic was climbing fast, with the top three comments all taking nasty jabs at Aiden's and my recent public displays of affection.