Trollhunters Novels & Stories

On the screen was a collection of news reports about the protest that had erupted around the signal tower construction site the previous day. The story had exploded overnight. It was everywhere. News websites were publishing updates. Videos of the chaotic protest were spreading across social media. Hashtags related to Eva Lowes and World Group had begun trending, while thousands of angry comments flooded every post. Aliza took a slow sip of wine. “This is beautiful.” She chuckled. She had spent hours preparing everything. The trolls she had hired had already begun spreading carefully crafted lies across T*****r and other social-media platforms. They twisted facts, edited photographs, and pre

“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.

I even heard she had an abortion. [I heard that, too. Apparently, she got pregnant by some older wolf off campus, and when his wife found out, she had to terminate it.] The rumors grew more outrageous by the second. Fabricated stories multiplied out of thin air. I knew Hunter and Freya had arranged all the paid trolls. They wanted nothing more than to ruin my name completely. What they didn’t know was that the wolf battalion was already on its way. They wouldn’t stay arrogant for much longer. When I remained silent, unease flickered across Hunter’s face.

The number was still climbing. 1500. 2000. 2500. Almost all of them were vicious. "Her license should be revoked!" "She needs to be canceled. End her career." "So disgusting. How can she show her face as a lawyer anymore?" "Someone release her full name so all her clients know who she really is!" I noticed many of the commenters had new profiles and blank photos. Obvious sock puppet accounts. Preston hadn’t just used his own people. He’d hired a troll farm.

Early the next morning, the online world wasn't just buzzing, it exploded, again. Just as the sun was rising, a series of video clips were uploaded simultaneously, rapidly climbing to the top of trending lists across every social media platform. The footage captured the brutal, sadistic actions of a group of rogue hunters. Specifically, the cameras clearly recorded the faces of Gary, Gerald, and their gang members, uncensored, as they tortured and hunted a pack of wolves deep in the forest. A wave of public outrage erupted instantly. The story dominated social media feeds due to the sheer inhumanity of the men's actions. The public focused on the shocking cruelty inflicted upon rare animals

The troll grinned wider, its rusty ax held high. Phillip glared in horror. As fast as lightning deflected the ax with the back of his arm, even though it numbed his arm almost breaking it, at least the organ was still there. One hard kick from Phillip sent the Troll crashing into a puddle of mud. In the next instant, the Troll's body was sucked swiftly into the mud before it even had a chance to scream. The puddle turned into a tall mound of mud that ran like a snail. Phillip quickly backed away as the creature approached, but it turned out to be only helping him to his feet. Phillip frowned in amazement as the mud creature waved his hand in a friendly manner. Typical Northern Falsies.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise. “Let's hunt them down entirely!” This cause everyone to shout this very sentence for much longer than I ever expected. “Grandma...” I eyed Grandma, expected she will stop this commotion of hunting down the whole species. I thought... she said the huntress is exist to justify the wrong! “Isn't it wrong to put into your hand the life and death of someone?” This cause my heart to felt dread. I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist!