Trolls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In the dead of night. The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real. It was the Troll attack again. He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.

"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

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

Ella pressed the topic. " I am." The troll insisted. " I think you are just a big baby that can't think for yourself. Deep down all you want is love." Ella replied. " You don't get to judge me. How do you on w what I want." The troll snapped. " You want to catch me. Here I am. What do you get out of it?" Ella started to pace. "Stop walking up and down. Yes. I want to catch you. And I get a reward from the high witch." The troll stomped his foot and Ella lost her balance. Just when she thought she was going to fall, the trolls steady hand caught her.

Short Novel's Blurb: Left by her engaged Alpha for his first love, Farrah decides to return home to her home pack where she runs away seven years ago. But upon returning home, she found out her brother is now the Alpha of her pack and the pack that tried to attack them seven years ago. Farrah, even when her heart is broken by an Alpha once, found herself drawn to the mysterious right-hand of her brother: the cursed troll named Roland. *** Chapter 1: Our Dying Love

Yolanda teased, purring as she held Jarnja’s hand, then pressed it to her purple lips. Jarnja startled, looking at me in confusion. “Yola? You, are you sick?” the Troll Queen asked, taken aback. Giggling, Yola swished her armor, grabbed me by the hand And we flew in her arms, Gullinkambi taking off after us To Jord’s sicksleep isle As Jarnja Let us go – a secretive smile on her ruby and white mouth. She licked a lion fang. Things were getting Interesting!

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

I was surprised my laughing didn’t wake Kaileeh up. “Alright,” I started once my laughter subsided. “You mean to tell me that two vampires and two werewolves couldn’t steer clear of Troll traps and repeatedly walked into them? Not only that, but female Trolls, who aren’t but a foot tall, essentially tried to have their way with you, and you were defenseless, obviously because they pretty much tore your clothes to shreds, and you’re supposed to be two of the most feared creatures in the world? Oh wow, I’m so scared,” I stated sarcastically. At this, Sage and Alyx began to laugh too.

Unfortunately for these, they have a misled Lord. Fenrir was sprinting to the troll who was about to ram into the gates a second time when it vines climbed up its limbs like snakes, hindering it from moving. He stops in his tracks and curiously tilts his head. The vines covered the troll’s body until it slowly penetrated him. The troll groaned when the vines tightened around him.