Trolls Bergens Characters Novels & Stories

“Do you want to go see it. I could take you.” “Sure.” On our way to Eventide, we pass over a bridge. In the gully below are trolls, actual trolls. “Queen bring friend,” a huge troll says. “Hi, Shengis! Yes, this is my friend, Hope. Hope, this is Shengis. He’s kind of the leader of the trolls.” “Friend of Queen is friend of Shengis,” he says. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you,” I say. I’m introduced to several other trolls, including Shengis’ mate, son, and several other trolls. When we’re done, we say goodbye and cross to the other side on a bridge that looks like a huge, fallen tree.

I didn’t think he was going to let us cross willingly. “Who is it that wants to cross my bridge?” The troll said from underneath. “I will not allow it, find another way.” The troll huffed. “Ben, could you come from underneath your bridge? I have a favor to ask of you.” Brax looked over at me with a warm smile. The troll coughed and scrambled up the bank side to meet us. He was short with long ears. He is a hefty, little guy with a big nose and green leathery skin. His clothes were dirty and worn. I couldn’t tell if it was his teeth or tusks that curved up from his mouth.

Margot ground her teeth, glaring at Aisha, "You're right! Maybe I'll domesticate a siren. I bet you would love it if I had one of those at my beck and call!" Aisha shoved her chair backward, rising to her feet as she placed her palms on the table. Ever since Margot had dangled Aisha over the Cliffside of a siren cove for a few days, she had been a bit sensitive to the topic of that creature. "Do it, and I'll sneak into your room and release it one night so it can eat you!" "Ladies," Aurora said calmly with an amused smile. "It's simple; the answer here is a troll. They have basic survival instincts, rely on brute force, cannot communicate well, and don't clean themselves. If any creature sho

"I have never heard of such a thing. We can't talk to them." Ragnar made a defensive move against the thorn. "You live on an island. The sea is clean of such filth,' he said. Ragnar nodded. He stretched and yawned despite Kjell's words. He was suddenly tired. He threw himself into the fire and fell into a terrible sleep. He had many strange and scary dreams. He dreamed of a blind worm roaming the bottom of the sea and gnawing at the roots of the island. He dreamed of a twisted owl and a monstrous wolf. He dreamed of a huge beast with a human form but with a wolf's head. . Suddenly he was filled with fear. Because it looked like the creature he had dreamed of was sitting right there in the fi

“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.

She wore the typical grey robe of the Alva’himar, with the hood raised which shadowed much of her face. He frowned hard at her. “We have none. But how else am I to get the attention of these dim creatures?” “You are brave, even for a Goblin. Trolls may not be articulate, but they are far from dim. Most would not risk insulting them.” Gerth glanced at the pair, but saw little change in their demeanor. The could have been statues. “They seem not to care.” “They will act only when a physical threat is perceived.” She smiled. “Fortunately for you.”

“The exit at the top right is where we come out. Dargot is the big circle on the left.” I opened the other eye to see the rest of the map. “Why don’t we use the tunnel on the left. Wouldn’t that bring us out nearer to the city?” “Yes,” said Claire. “But Jespert said we should avoid that part of the map because of the trolls who live there.” “Trolls? That doesn’t sound good. I don’t suppose they’re tiny with big blue hair.” “No. They’re huge with skin like rock. Jespert said they aren’t a problem as long as we don’t bother them, but they can be a bit cheeky, so we should stay out of their way.”

The group pressed on, exploiting the momentary advantage. Erica, her agility unmatched, darted around the troll, delivering swift and precise strikes to its vulnerable spots. Alana, a sorceress in her own right, summoned the elements, conjuring bolts of lightning that crackled through the air and struck the troll's hulking form. Ethan, with his keen eyes and steady aim, launched a barrage of arrows that found their mark, chipping away at the troll's strength. Every member of the group fought with unwavering determination, their collective will fueled by a shared desire to survive.

Elara POV Vexx had outdone himself this time. As soon as we were within sight of the warehouse, we were descended upon by trolls, or ogres maybe? Whatever, all I knew is they were huge, smelly, and a product of wicked magic. It took three of us to take down one of these monstrous things. Luckily, we’d only sent one of our magic workers inside with the rescue team—or bait team, depending on how you looked at it. Claire, Grey, and I felled one of these club swinging trolls together by hitting him hard with spells on all sides. No sooner did we finish with him, then another one climbed from a crevice in the earth and roared, brandishing its studded weapon at us.

Luna and Phillip set out to discover the talisman, excited by the news. They came into a gang of trolls blocking their route as they traveled through the difficult mountain passes. The trolls were notorious for their hot tempers and love of combat, and they attacked Phillip and Luna without warning. The struggle was long and arduous, but Luna and Phillip triumphed, their wounds gradually mending as they resumed their trip.