Trollhunters Swords Novels & Stories

The ringing collision of weapons was attracted as a result of Lycan's remarks, which included many loud cries. Charlotte rolled over tentatively, hoping to see what would happen. It was the guards' turn to join in the fight. She saw a large black Lycan, probably the Lycans, standing facing each other with a short crook-legged creature, very broad, and long arms that hung almost to the ground in the twilight, probably the Lycans. Many tiny trolls emerged out of nowhere around them and surrounded them. These, Charlotte assumed, were the ones from the caves. The trolls had pulled their swords and knives, but they were apprehensive about attacking the Lycans, of course, Lycans are stronger.

Alice was lost of words. " When the devine creator made these twin swords he gave them to me and my brother as the keepers and devine rulers of the world, to use it to bring peace and protection to the people, but my brother... My dear brother wanted it all to himself and we had to fight, the twin swords do not fight againts each other, instead the fight alongside each other, me and my brother fighting with each other is the same thing as the twin sword fighting againts it's other half and the divine creator didn't create it for that purpose so he create a consequence for it. When the two swords clashed againts each other it created a rift in the world and also affected the well-being and re

Gerard dashed forward, the troll was as tall as him, and he dodged the troll's wild strike and severed three of its arms. "Kuuarg!" "I'll see it through," Henry remarked as he moved forward, his hand on his sheath. -Click! Before the troll could even lament for its limbs, his heads and, eventually, his body, tumbled to the earth. "This is razor-sharp." Looking at his new sword, Henry was astounded. The troll was sliced like a chunk of butter, smooth and with little to no resistance. Gerard and Moritz also looked at Henry's sword for a moment, a greedy gleam sparked in their eyes which went away almost instantly.

It screamed and tugged powerfully on the ropes trying to escape. “Now!” Paul shouted an order. Right after his word, Kim and Herman went out with their weapons out. “Eat iron!” Kim shouted as he swung his sword at the troll. His sword slashed through the belly of the monster, but not all the way through the flesh. Herman came in with his pair of rapiers in hand and stabbed the troll repeatedly. The troll roared, spraying its saliva all over Herman in the process. Herman jumped back to avoid it getting worse. “Eww..”

His spear landed in the target's heart the moment his jump's rotation killed the other beast and he plummeted to the ground. Even though the screaming of the audience was far away, he knew there were two fights left since he could hear the throng. The seven-hundred-pound, muscle-bound troll was thrusting at him with its huge mouth wide open, ready to attack as its sword drew in a warrior stance. Darwin was even more surprised when he saw two swords in the troll's hands in quick, well-practiced bearing. Yet the raven lion roared so loudly on Darwin's back. Shocked by the effort, the crowd went silent after learning of their fighter's gruesome demise.

Hayden drew his sword as the ligahoo charged at them. “No!” Shrieked Cory, seeing the Prince wield the Vermillion Sword. The sword glowed white hot. Hayden yelled as the handle seared his hand. He flung the sword and it plunged into the soil. “The sword won’t let you interfere with the bow’s will, remember?” Said Cory, trailing her fingers along Hayden scorched palm, cooling it with her magic. Titan came rushing through the trees brandishing the Crimson Axe. He flung it at the ligahoo and it rebounded like a boomerang.

Gripping the handle, Rex noticed it fit perfectly into his hand, and the moment he held it, he felt a tiny amount of warmth enter his hand, and with a quick flourish, realised the sword was balanced perfectly and was incredibly light. After Rex’s crate was opened and he accepted his gift, the servants proceeded to open the remaining crates, revealing the gifts inside, Lizzetta was holding a thin green wooden staff, which she lifted it up, emitting a bright re light into the sky, Grugil lifted out two short double bladed axes, each one seemed have the cutting edge covered in something that seemed extra shiny, Rex could not make out what it was, some sort of crystal he surmised, Grugil seemed

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

As soon as we walked inside, Draven went towards the table where a few swords and knives were prepared. "Pick your weapon," he said, pointing at the series of short, sparkling blades. I grabbed a ten-inch long tanto knife with a dark wooden handle. It was light, comfortable to move, and sharp enough to cut through werewolves' thick flesh. I raised the blade, presenting my choice to Draven, and he nodded, approving it. Then he smirked and walked to the middle of the training hall, dropping his sweatshirt along the way. "Attack me, Lilith." He grinned daringly, his arms spread and ready to welcome my charge.

Wiggy drew his sword and knocked out several Trolls who didn't notice his presence. The young man led Lillian into a gallop over to the riderless Silverwall horse, not far from where they were standing. A horse with big guts, as seen from the way he kicked the heads of the Trolls with both hind legs. Wiggy helped Lillian up first before climbing behind the steering wheel, stroking the horse's neck for a moment before slamming it down. They traversed the vast field filled with struggles between the Silverwall Knights and the Southern Falsies, occasionally Wiggy slashing swords at the bodies of Ogres or Cyclops as they passed. Even though it's not quite the kill, the attack is helpful as a dis