Trollhunters Novels & Stories

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.”

"He's gay, trust me." I frowned, "He has Marzia; you're gay." "He wears a bra in one of his videos." His face showed irritation. Why the heck are there trolls in this world? "You watch him?" I asked. "No. Teen React reacted to one of his vid, I was technically forced to." Forced to watch Pewds?! "You can't just say that you know? He has a lot of subscribers and by the way, with or without those subscribers, he is still awesome."

She would answer most of the relevant questions, but when it involved other topics, such as the scandal with Cole and Neve, Helma simply ignored them. As her followers exceeded one million and continued to increase, some trolls flooded the live streaming room. Helma frowned and saw someone suggesting appointing a moderator to kick the abusive viewers out. After thinking about it, she found a few familiar names from the list and appointed them as mods. At the same time, a message floated across the screen. [Guller gave Steady Hemmy a romantic carriage.] It was the same person who gave her a tip last time. Helma paused. Unexpectedly, the image of the rotating carriage gift seemed to trigger th

As long as that narrative was maintained, it would minimize suspicions from others. “But that’s not enough.” Simon continued to take action and hired internet trolls. Since he could not suppress the public’s interest, he personally intervened and made the trolls comment that Stephen was the one in charge of Riveria while Ethan was a corrupt criminal and that Leo was spewing nonsense! As soon as the money was paid, the trolls began their work. “You guys say that Ethan was the one in charge of Riveria before, but where’s your proof?” “Are there really people who believe in Leo’s nonsense? He’s not a decent person at all. I’ll laugh at whoever believes him.”

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

"I'm sure she uses her body to get ahead." I clenched my fists in disgust. "Can we identify the trolls behind these cruel gossips?" I looked at Wren, he noticed my cold demeanor so he closed his mouth and retuned back to his seat. "They are all anonymous, for transparency and freedom of speech." Wren replied, he put aside his phone and put up a half-smile on his face. "I will report this to the IT department, to track their IP address and blacklist them. We don't have place for negative and jealous coworkers here. This should be a non-toxic working environment for everyone." Wren tried to cheer me up, it actually made me feel a bit better. But, the messages left a sour taste in my mouth so I

"You always side with Lifu. You never hesitate to falsely accuse your own mates! Your eyes are smeared with dog shit, you know that?" Eamon quickly pulled out his communicator, ordering his team to trace the source of the online harassment against Lifu. The result stunned them both—every post had come from a single location, obviously the work of paid trolls. The buyer's information was still being traced, but the IP address? It was from Lifu's own house.

Men like him didn’t just erase their tracks—they made sure there was never a trail to begin with. I slid my glasses back on and opened a secured browser. If Marco had been careful, I would have to be even more so. A few clicks later, I began scouring private databases, the kind not meant for public eyes. Corporate contracts, offshore accounts, encrypted chatter on the black market—there had to be something. “Come on, Marco,” I muttered, my voice low. “No one’s untouchable.” I felt a familiar rush of adrenaline. Hunting shadows was my specialty, and Marco Leonardo wouldn’t be the first ghost I dragged into the light.

"Whatever is in that water supply... it amplifies aggression. Fear turns to rage. If we fire tear gas, they won't disperse. They'll charge. They'll trample each other to get to us." "So we just let them burn us out?" Haley asked from the corner. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a nest of cables, her laptop balancing on her knees. She wasn't cracking jokes today. Her face was pale, illuminated by the cold blue light of her screen. "T*****r is... it's a bloodbath, Jack. #KillSterling is trending worldwide. They're doxxing everyone. They found my old apartment. They found Marcus's sister's grave. They're tearing everything apart."

It was a clear signal: the Vale Media Group protected its own. "The identities of these wolves were unmasked with the full cooperation of the authorities. We reported the harassment the moment it began. Anti-fans, the Vale Group is waiting for your next move." It was a declaration of war. With the police involved, the trolls who had threatened me vanished into the shadows instantly. Good. Connor stood in his office, eyes fixed on the broadcast. A cold, satisfied smile touched his lips. The people who had hunted Ava, the ones doing it now, and the ones planning to start... did they really think they had a chance?