Trollhunters Oc Novels & Stories

He's a great hunter. Taylor Oki: Neal Oki's sister. She's concerned about her appearance around strangers and doesn't want to be caught without make up on. She spent most of her beloved childhood playing with her brother and having a happy time. Joss- her mate has been around her since they we're very young and when they became mates their friendship grew stronger. Taylor's parents approve strongly of the relationship and can't wait until Taylor moves out with Joss and starts a wonderful life of their own. Mostly because they want grandchildren like most werewolf parents do.

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

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.

My friend, Sebestian pack Omega, is one of my closest friends. The other's try hard to save their friends, but an angry Omega is really dangerous. Allen threw her away and looked at my other bullies. "Hear Me Out, You Pieces of shit! Go Ahead and Tell This to Everyone, Even Our Teachers! If anyone dares to touch Alexandra Madden, I will kill them myself, and you and I both know this very well. NO ONE CAN DO SHIT TO ME, AND I WILL TELL ELDERS AND THEY WILL ALL PUNISH YOU. AM I CLEAR BITCHES?" Allen asked, or more like screamed, to them, and they all fitched back and nodded their heads.

Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts... A series of violent snarls filled the open night air as many a humanoid wolf tore through the looming trees to get at the rich scent of blood that had caught their collective attention. The Howler M.C. had stumbled upon a group of outlaws who had taken up in the wilderness and had been having themselves something of a party with a good deal of drugs, and booze before the shift of the time and the onset of the werewolves descending upon their camp. Everywhere snarling teeth and razor-sharp claws had been digging into hot warm flesh and the splattering of crimson slick blood had been glorious as the brutes hunted and feasted

Concurrently, Alpha Qillalon went to the conference room where Elder Mauritius, Alpha Zane, Alpha Cain, Alpha Hercule, and Alpha Mercimer were waiting for his update. He entered the room and gave them a rundown of everything that had happened. “Do we have proof that the troll is not the Omega Killer?” Elder Mauritius asks, his voice filled with rage and uneasiness. “By the looks of it, the fire troll is not the Omega killer. It's not part of the M.O. of the killer.” Alpha Qillalon replied while frowning. There’s a part of him that wants to stay in the infirmary and wait for victims to wake up or watch over Vesper till she wakes up.

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.

"You seem quite confident of winning this battle." "I am." The troll responded. "I have never lost a battle." "And neither have we." Quinn grinned at the troll. "Don't say I didn't warn you " "Bring it on." The troll hissed and they all charged at one another, their fists and kicks flying all around as their sounds reverberated through the island.

"If you want to break up, just say it—" "Whoa." He raises a hand, his eyes narrowing. "I never even considered breaking up with you. That's not what I want." Lennox scans my blank expression. "...do you want that?" "No, no. Not at all." I'm utterly bewildered. "We're still good together." "Really good," he says, his confidence bolstering his words. "Then what?" Lennox reached out to place his bowl of oatmeal on the end table, breaking the silence that hung in the room. "Remember that troll account I showed you at the lake house? Turns out, it's a real threat."