Trollhunters Oc Novels & Stories

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

If his office were to openly offend Jonah's production team, it might cause his other young wolves to get completely blacklisted from entering future arena trials, which would be a massive financial loss for his domain. With a completely thunderous, black expression crossing his face, Andrew slams his cup down. "So our house is just supposed to sit on our tails and watch Azel outshine our favorite little omega? The boy has already stripped away Nyra's peace at the moonkeep, and now his claws want to steal the entire network's loyalty. Malachi, your paid trolls literally handed him the ultimate ladder to show off his strength!" After all, my fingers would have never gotten such a golden, unsc

Everyone looked at each other and nodded. "It's because of this that I'm even more annoyed!" Omar slapped the table, “everyone here is in the second-stage Pulse Control Realm, and his realm isn’t higher than ours, so there's nothing to be arrogant of. Besides, even if he's a mid-level second-stage Pulse Control Realm, he's unnecessarily our opponent!" Omar's words are full of confidence. In truth, the several people present, including him, believed so. Caspian, Omar, Xander, Maya, and Solana all defeated disciples higher than their realm to get the qualification.

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

"Shut the fuck up, Ollie!" Oliver laughed, but then his expression softened, his gaze turning analytical as he looked at me. "But seriously, Theo. You said you went to the Cupid Den to find an Omega to fix yourself?" "Yeah," I sighed, my voice suddenly heavy. "And nothing happened. The Omega was perfect, vanilla scent, totally willing. But I was completely cold. My body wouldn't even register him." Oliver went quiet, his playful demeanor vanishing. He sat cross-legged on the mattress, chewing on his bottom lip. "An Alpha's body doesn't just reject Omegas, Theo. Not unless... oh. Oh, no."

“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.