Trolls 3 Novels & Stories

” tomorrow I shall practice this spell’ she muttered lowly as she dozed off to sleep land a smile on her face even though just for tonight. In the realm of the trolls Chaos stood afoot as Lena and her coven marched on ahead capturing and Killing trolls alike “Get them so not allow any escape” Lena gave orders as more trolls where being put into the cages and set upon by beast…” I shall slaughter you Imogen if even one is not found and caged gather up the rest quickly she roared

I was caught off guard by what he said, my interest is not on his words by how nature fooled me, but something about, “Trolls?” I didn't mind him, although thoughts started to round up my mind, I ignored it and took a nap. The headquarters is about approximately six hours away and I could take a rest. However, in the middle of our journey, something unusual happens. “Holy shit. It's a troll,” he screamed. I was startled, took my gun, “Where?” I replied. I could say I've never seen a man so terrified, “It's chasing us, sir. Look,” he said. Although the freeway is dark, I had a precise glance at it. It is indeed terrifying. A giant, ugly monster with large nose and eyes, “Oh god, step on the g

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

“He was bundled up, man. Hood around his face. And it was getting dark. Then when we went down to do the transaction, he’d put on this weird elephant head thing. He was a freak, what can I say.” My blood, already rushing through me, now thumped in my temples. But I kept on point. “Did you ever see this man again? That night? Since?” “Nah, man. He’d poofed when we went back down there later to tell him only one of us had gotten off, that he’d given us bad shit. It was blotter acid, right? Well, one of the tabs, it was different than the others. It had a heart on it. The other ones had smiley faces. Dude said the heart was less intense, that if we had anyone new to tripping, they’d probably do

His face is pale, eyes wide. “They’re massing,” he says quickly. “Multiple waves, coming from the northeast ridge. Trolls… and the black-eyed wolves.” For a second, everything in me freezes. “How many?” I ask, my voice steady even though my heart’s hammering. “Too many to count from our range,” the scout says. “At least two groups of trolls already crossing the ravine. The wolves are trailing behind—hundreds of them.” Theron swears under his breath. “Damn it. That’s not a scouting group. That’s a full-on march.”

Finally, Stella stirred, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Tiana and croaked, "Y-You evil witch! Don't you dare insult my mom—she's the best mom in the world!" Tiana sneered and kicked her again, "So what? She's already dead. Everything in the Lorne family belongs to my son." Her kick sent Stella flying into the wall, blood spilling from her mouth. Just then, Andrew's voice rang out from behind—low and tinged with anger. "Tiana, what are you doing?"

they shout. "Keep going" I say watching them hurry to pop the other balloons when they get to the last one I stop them "wait we’re going to pop this one together" I walk over to the guys and hold out my niddle they do the same and Damitri counts to three. "One" "Two" "Three" The balloon pops and purple and pink confetti falls all around us. "ITS A GIRL" I'm a crying mess each of my guys gives me a deep passionate kiss then drop to there knees kissing my belly.

It looked like I wouldn't have to spend much longer by their sides. "We're sorry, Holly. We owe you many apologies, but you probably don't need them anymore. We hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life. We also hope you won't have a family like us anymore." Tears blurred my vision, which was surprising. I thought ghosts didn't have tears. I dried my eyes, feeling free as my soul dispersed. I'd finally gotten the apology I wanted. I prayed I wouldn't ever run into the Jensens in my next lifetime.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.