Romans & histoires Trolls Characters Branch

The pack moved cautiously, alert but undeterred. After several hours of walking, the group suddenly came to a halt as a rustling sound echoed through the trees ahead. Without hesitation, they fell into defensive stances, the wolves baring their teeth and the humans drawing their weapons. Emerging from the darkness were several towering figures—trolls, their massive forms lumbering into the moonlight. Damien’s heart pounded, his body tensing as he prepared for an attack. The trolls were enormous, with thick, gray skin and long arms that swung by their sides, but instead of charging, they stopped at a distance and raised their hands in a peaceful gesture.

Said the troll elder as he moved forward towards the rolling rocks. While Tia was still looking at the trolls rolling down the hill, roots from and trees uprooted. While she was still looking at that they covered the whole house covering every opening there was. “Bloody Matias!” said Tia irritated, Matias was one of the powerful wizards from the North, he was stubborn and always believed in conspiracy theories. She was not surprised that he was swayed by the seer, the man is good with words.

“McKenzie, did you have a favorite pet on the farm where you grew up?” Bran rolled his eyes. “I swear to Jesus.” I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “We had a couple of dogs. My favorite was Trooper. He was a black lab and really derpy.” “Aw, he sounds cute.” She frowned slightly at Bran before smoothing her features back out into a placid smile. Bran didn’t miss a thing, however. “What’s the disapproving glare about?” “It’s not your turn,” Will jumped in immediately. He gave Bran a devilish smile. “Seems you’re on your fourth shot now. What happens after five? Game over?”

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.

“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.

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

“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.

I stayed adjacent, as I had learned to stay adjacent to things Dominic needed space to process: close enough to anchor, far enough to let it breathe. Den, the younger brother, was quieter and more analytical, and spent most of the week in conversation with Fen about genetics—the Thornwall bloodlines, the Prime trackers they'd worked with, the documentation project that was Vera's life work. He and Fen produced, by the end of the week, a comprehensive genetic record connecting the Thornwall line to Ironveil's that had implications for pack health management over the next three generations.

And this time, ‘he’ is here to ensure minimal damage, as he promised to the other Lords. Trolls marched to the capital walls, their heavy boulder-like feet sending tremors and quakes for miles. Accompanying the trolls are the organized human army, townspeople from the outskirts trained to become their soldiers in exchange for food and shelter to them and their families who were unfit to fight, such as pregnant women, the elderly, or children. The human army was armed with sabers and steel armor, like true soldiers.

“Well, I thought that was the worst of it but over the next few days I started getting messages about how happy he was that he had done it. His friends messaged me telling me he was bragging about what he’d done to me. A lot of his friends found it funny also. Eventually, I told Claire what happened, and she was disgusted with him. But he is her brother, and blood is thicker than water. He won back into his sisters' good books but for me that was the end of men for me.” “He is the worst type of human. I wish you had not have had to experience it. Does that mean you are still sworn off men?” “I’m not sure, my opinion may be changing slightly.” I smirked at him. "Well, you seem to have experie