Trolls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It takes me a full two minutes before I understand what I’m seeing. As I watch, trolls begin pulling themselves from the walls of the cliffs. They stand, stretching is if they have been in the same position for too long. Rocks and boulders fall off their bodies, tumbling into the water beneath them. When they are done, there are ten trolls standing in the ravine and the gap has extended making it more of a gorge than a ravine. Shengis is hugging a troll that looks like a female. Another one coming up to him, embracing him. Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll.

Another attack continued to follow Wiggy who flew around the room, leaving a trail of fire every time it missed and hit a small balcony or lantern instead. “Face me, Coward!” Miranda screamed in annoyance. "Don't worry, Grandma. I will beat you,” replied Wiggy still casually. “After you killed your ugly Trolls.” Wiggy crossed her arms to observe his work. The giant scorched balconies and lanterns began to crack, eventually literally collapsing on the Trolls. Although not all, the number of Trolls has decreased drastically. So what happened next, Troll and Faun troops attacked each other. The Fauns use their sharp horns, woodcutting axes, and powerful kicks. While Trolls excel because their b

But I wasn't going to tell them. During the day we spent time looking. At night, Troy and I tried to sleep. It'd been difficult, my dreams filled with images of my mom and dad being tortured. For that reason, I spent little time with my eyes closed. The troll who helped me get ready for bed was very kind. It turned out most trolls were tender hearted. And they were definitely all about having fun in spite of the precarious situation we were all in. They threw us a party when we first arrived. Their court musician wrote and performed songs about the love Troy and I had for each other, while the troubadour talked of our romantic destiny.

“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.

“It‌’s r⁠eally not what you’re thinking. Stefan and I are just… casual. Th⁠at’‌s it. Nothing serious.” I‍ let out an exhausted, fake laugh. “I know y⁠ou hav‍e a lot of… fu‍ck‍ b‌u‌ddies, Sadie. Bu⁠t w⁠hy Stefan? Is he t‌he one yo​u told me about? The ste‌a⁠my bedroom moment?⁠”

The howling of the wind swept across the land with bold honesty, a rawness that brought one's soul into the gentle cloud-filtered rays. "So what happens now?" she asked. "We have to wait for the trolls." "Do you think we can trust them? What if they attempt to kill us again with their so-called Mumbo jumbo hallucination?" Diana blushed, remembering her stupid illusion, and she just hoped she had enough power to shield her mind from Andrew.

Then they frequently enlisted the assistance of trolls and shared the spoils with them. Trolls sometimes rode Lycans as men do on horses. Now it seems like a massive troll and Lycan attack was planned for that particular night. The Lycans had arrived to meet the trolls, who were running late. The death of Leinwand's most divine daughter, and all the commotion produced by the elf and the leprechaun, for whom they were most likely still looking, were undoubtedly the reasons.

’ Rex asked as they stopped at a group of short bushy leafed trees at the base of the hill, the blackguards not 200 paces in front of them, somehow they had not been spotted yet, even as the large group of trolls were now searching for them, roared and grunted loudly. “Get back into line ya disgusting f**ks!!” someone yelled from behind them, followed by the crack of a whip. Looking back, an obscenely chubby man with a leather harness and stained white trousers was cracking a whip trying to restore order with the trolls, who roared in response to the pain, but did not stop them from searching, “If ya disgusting things want food, go THAT way and eat them ya useless f**ks, now move!!” ‘Yes, tr