Trollhunters Troll Novels & Stories

Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen: Trolls are nothing but this! Then, he provided an arrogant address. After exposing the trolls' location, he quickly called the police. The head troll saw his address exposed, panicked, and quickly tried to escape with his employees. At the door, however, they were stopped by the police.

"If you need our help, just call for us sister. We are helping spirits; we are the vaetter of the earth and stones''. He lets go of my hand, and shrinks back to a stone. When I look closer I can recognise his face on the surface. And when I look at the next stone I realise it has a face too. It takes a bit of time before it sinks in what I have just experienced. The warmth the troll had sent into me is still lingering as a glove around my hand. I stare at the stone, then at my hand and then back to the stone. "Oh wow". I turn to Siri. "Did you see that ?" "Yeah you looked like you were going to pee yourself. I was getting nervous you would run of". Siri chuckles. "So it was all real ? It rea

Suddenly, three enormous figures rushed into the scene from different areas of the spaceship, they were giant, white-skinned giants with horrible faces, dimly human, but not really, each one being around 5 meters tall! Chaos checked their existence realms in a quarter of a second, finding that they were all SSS-Rank Troll Warriors, a humanoid and "intelligent" race of creatures with Giant Bloodline. A nice meal as well! Perhaps this could compensate for not eating the half-vampire. The three Trolls rushed towards Chaos who was too big to get inside the spaceship, as they tried to use their strength and the giant clubs they carried to hit him and get him out of the ship. Their clubs hit Chaos

They were not that big but they were rolling down like they were being thrown at them. They stopped and looked at these rocks. They rolled down until they got to them, one ran over Ambrosia’s foot making him hiss in pain. When they stopped suddenly, they popped heads and feet appeared. They were Trolls. “Apologies if we scared you, my king.” One of them said. “They were really not lying when they said you guys look ugly,” Ambrosia said making Luka laugh, and the Trolls glare at him. He was still angry about being run over by one of them.

She navigated cyberspace with ease, using her exceptional skills to break through layers of defenses and extract critical information. A few minutes later, she spotted the name of Jason's father, Henry Lynch. It appeared the batch of paid trolls was from their PR department. Their company was sizable, with a wide range of businesses spanning many industries. They even had an Internet tech branch, and under the company's name, they kept a whole team of paid trolls. The Lynch family was notorious for twisting facts and muddying the waters. To protect their business interests, they didn't hesitate to use ruthless tactics, including maliciously attacking competitors and manipulating public opini

“Such double standards… he didn’t see the part of the post where Eliot brought his mistress home or wanted to divorce me. He didn’t see it. Or even that the mistress is pregnant. He didn’t see any of that! Rather what he got was me wanting to be with other men. And I never even said any of that!” He was the one twisting my words into meaning something else! Wanting me to look bad for no reason. “What is this? Is this what they call a troll?” I asked in disbelief, the pieces finally clicking together. “Is this- this is a troll?? This is a troll! Haha, I have a troll! A troll on my page!” Now, I didn’t even know whether to be excited or annoyed by this news. On one hand, it meant my little pag

"You always side with Lifu. You never hesitate to falsely accuse your own mates! Your eyes are smeared with dog shit, you know that?" Eamon quickly pulled out his communicator, ordering his team to trace the source of the online harassment against Lifu. The result stunned them both—every post had come from a single location, obviously the work of paid trolls. The buyer's information was still being traced, but the IP address? It was from Lifu's own house.

So I lifted the gravitational pressure pulling them down, expecting them to run to me, but they fell even more on their knees. Nevertheless, I waited with my hands on my back. “Stand straight, trolls. Aren’t you supposed to be the soldiers of the Earth?” A saccharine smile spread on my face. This was fun. I liked power, after all. Power could catch anyone’s attention. Power could exact vengeance. But power…is a scary thing to possess. Power can corrupt its holder. The trolls did eventually run to me to attack. It was a funny sight to behold. Blood was oozing out of every crevice, every hole in their body, yet they remained willful and persistent. It only widened my grin.

But right now, he was in a panic. He had no time to explain. He was sweating bullets, so he just shoved his phone at Sam and asked, "Sam, what do we do about this?" Sam grabbed the phone and slowly scrolled through the comments. The more he read, the deeper he frowned. He said, "It's obvious that Ms. Stone has offended someone." Sam instantly came to a conclusion. Coldly, he added, "These are professional trolls." Most of the commenters had default profile pictures, and their feeds were mostly empty. They were definitely accounts from internet troll studios. They were all there to steer the narrative.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.