Trollhunters Novels & Stories

And the birds well they were just nasty evil things that we dubbed bleaks. Us hybrids were immune to the pheromones they put out that would send a shifter's spirit animal crazy. Somehow higher-ranking shifters, those who were more than a shifter like Mike, Hunji, Mathias, Finn, and even Travis, along with others, were also immune to their loopy inducing pheromones to an extent. This is why we have lost so many over the past years. Sending units out to face them had worked against us. Taking into account what would happen to warriors and soldiers of all races, and seeing how unaffected us spiritless hybrids were – That’s when I was approached by the newly formed council to have the teams, I h

"I'm going to demand half of your property in exchange for all the hard work I'm putting in uniting you with Claire, MacIntyre! You cause mess after mess and I have to clean up after you. Who do you think I am— Your personal janitor! I can't even curse you knowing you already have many problems in your life." Cole gritted his teeth as he typed comment after comment, replying in existing discussions, thus starting new conversations. He was flabbergasted seeing Hunter's Fandom. It really seemed like his friend ran a secret IT Cell to act as his fans and defend him online. The craze for him was crazy, and the fact that Hunter was chasing after his wife was fueling everyone's curiosity. They wer

Leave him the hell alone you stupid bitch! foreignbibee× I'm always for team Chelsea!!! gaylord× are you on Grindr? 1234syrian× give him your mind Chelsea!!! But annihilatorAK47's next comment was a low blow, striking a nerve and sending Chelsea's anger soaring. His eyes flashed with fury as he read the words, his mind racing with a response that would annihilate the troll once and for all.

"Take a good look. It's Xavier being attacked right now, not your precious Heather!" Hearing those words, Jeffrey finally fell silent. As her gaze fixed on him, she clenched her teeth tightly in frustration. Her anger bubbled over, and once again, she hired online trolls to flood the internet with insults about Xavier. Then, out of nowhere, a new trending topic exploded on Twitter. #HardinGroupAnticancerDrugsXavierHoward. Natalie froze. Her mind blanked as her body stiffened, and her fingers moved involuntarily to tap the hashtag.

Amelia smiled faintly, her lips curling up as she sat in front of the medicine cabinet, her expression as nonchalant as ever. How interesting, someone actually wanted to take her down online? Should she praise their courage, or call them foolish? Amelia bit into a piece of candy, acting swiftly and decisively as she took screenshots and sent them to the dark web forum. **Dark Web Alliance King**: "In one hour, I want to see these troll accounts and their associated companies completely wiped from the internet." Immediately, the forum exploded! "I’ve lived to see this day! How dare a troll company provoke the Dark Web Alliance?!"

If anyone connected his name, his career—and maybe his life—would be over. Jessica’s face twisted with rage. She paced back and forth, clawing for a plan. “Trolls,” she hissed. “We’ll drown the hate. Use the child angle. Make me a mother first, a victim second.” Soon, the internet was flooded with damage control. [She’s a mother. Doesn’t that count for something?] [Ray’s just as awful—he humiliated her and their child publicly!] [What kind of father would do this to his kid?] But the tide had already turned.

“Count me in!” “Count me in too!” James added, raising his hand. Harvey smiled faintly. “I’m in too.” I looked at the group, torn between laughter and tears. “Revealing my identity will only fuel the online frenzy. Trolls will claim I only became popular because of the Taylor family backing my writing. If it escalates further, our family will be dragged into the mess.” “Does our family fear those internet trolls?” Dad snorted coldly, his face brimming with disdain. “I’ll have Louis track down a few ringleaders, get their IDs, and send them cease-and-desist letters. Let them try spewing nonsense then!”

Step down before you get someone killed. I sat back. My heart was beating too fast. Not wolf-fast. Just human panic-fast. I closed the email. Immediately opened another. Big mistake. The trolls were out in full force. Every social platform I had was cracking under the weight of comments. “Get out of pack affairs.” “You have no bite.” “You’re a PR stunt.” “You don’t even look like a leader.” “You’re a some dirty whole orphan with a fancy dress.” “Your hair looks greasy.” “You’re probably lying about the attack.”

Their glares feel like blame—as if they think I should have acted faster to save the Alpha and Luna. I sigh and look away. “Hey Tara, can I come over?” I ask, needing a safe space. “Sure,” she nods with a sympathetic smile. She grabs my hand and leads me to her house. Four hours later, Tara manages to distract me from the chaos of the week. We watch TV while she dishes out the latest gossip. “Did you hear about Lilly Morrison? She just found her mate,” she says. “Oh my gosh, really? How?” I ask.

"The government wants to put me in a box and use me to control wolves. They said if I don't, they'll call us terrorists." I looked at Jonah, at my dad, at Karl. "I'm not a terrorist. I'm a kid who just got his brother back." Jonah leaned into the frame, silver eyes shy. "Hi," he whispered. "I'm Jonah. I'm fourteen. Please don't vote to hunt us." That was it. That broke the internet. The comments went from fast to unreadable — just hearts, wolves, #ProtectTheNulls trending in real time on the side of Jace's laptop.