Trollhunters Troll Mga Nobela at Kwento

Before they could figure out what was happening, a second wave of trolls arrived to work together with the first group. “What did Leo do? Tell me more.” “I heard that Leo was a shameless sleazebag. Is there more?” Everyone’s attention was instantly diverted, and many people became interested in what Leo’s problem was. The first group of trolls jumped to answer. “I was in the same neighborhood as Leo. Back then, he used to spy on women bathing, and he stole from people. Everyone on the street hated him. Now that he’s famous, he acts like his hometown doesn’t exist and hasn’t given a single penny back. What kind of person does that?”

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

My eyes rolled up. “They are here, I told you they will come for our pack.” My jaw dropped, I looked back at the healer's room. He nodded and assured me that Leo would be safe. “What do they look like?” I followed him outside. “Like wolves, and trollocs.” he tried to explain. “Trollocs?” I haven't heard that name in centuries. The last time I heard about it was a story, I couldn't even tell if the person was lying. One of them jumped on our fighters, right in front of me.

Although they had been taken away, Halle had posted my photos on the internet, and now it was circulating everywhere. Despite some enthusiastic netizens helping to debunk it, saying the pictures were taken during a TV show, there were still those who seized the opportunity to smear me, resulting in many people actually believing I was a married gold digger. Looking at the online abuse directed towards me, all with gray avatars, it was clear they were all hired trolls.

Another troll grabbed him from behind, lifting him off the ground like a rag doll. Panic surged through him. He twisted, kicking out with his legs, but it was no use. The trolls were too strong, too large. He fought as fiercely as he could, throwing punches and kicks in every direction, but they were overwhelming him. His strength, impressive as it was, couldn’t match the sheer size and brute force of his attackers.

I asked him. “Who? Oh, you mean the zombies.” Trolls weren’t too bothered about political correctness, it seemed. “Of course. Normally they send two of their own, but you were sent in their stead. To be honest with you, they rarely pose much of a challenge. Oh they try their best, I mean they have to or everyone they know and love will be killed, but they aren’t the most athletic of people.” Yes, I thought, everyone they know and love would be killed by you.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Amelia smiled faintly, her lips curling up as she sat in front of the medicine cabinet, her expression as nonchalant as ever. How interesting, someone actually wanted to take her down online? Should she praise their courage, or call them foolish? Amelia bit into a piece of candy, acting swiftly and decisively as she took screenshots and sent them to the dark web forum. **Dark Web Alliance King**: "In one hour, I want to see these troll accounts and their associated companies completely wiped from the internet." Immediately, the forum exploded! "I’ve lived to see this day! How dare a troll company provoke the Dark Web Alliance?!"

The troll responded, “My people have a secret hideaway on the backside of the village church milord. I am sure they would have hidden there at the first sign of trouble.” “Is there room for a third person?” asked David. “Yes,” the old troll replied. “My spy told me that your friend will be out later for the trial of helping a fugitive. But I believe it was all for a show. I think they intended to keep him as hostage for the war to come, knowing he was your friend,” said the leader of the troll as they continued. "You knew about us?" "Yes, milord. We trolls have ears and eyes everywhere. We were a perfect spy on any account. And we are glad to serve you, milord."

Good gracious, out of more than thirty thousand comments so far, twenty-five thousand comments were from trolls and accounts that had just been created! Who would pay trolls to criticize her? Sienna did not need to think to know that it was either Clara or Quentin. Sienna closed the webpage. In fact, with her hacking skills, it was easy for her to delete those harsh and abusive comments. However, she did not do anything at all. It would be time for her to fight back when the public opinion escalated to the point where those trolls could not be suppressed anymore!