Trolls Holiday Characters Novels & Stories

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.

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.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

All in all, the bunch of palm-sized creatures comes in different colors. "These are the trolls. They love singing and eating. Their life revolves in partying and sleeping. Also, they are known for being fond of anything sparkling, and so they used to hoard large amounts of gold and silver. Laying one's hands on these treasures is one of the chief rewards for getting the better of them."

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.

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

Ok so not just me that’s shocked this time thank goodness. “Yes I said troll” he smirks “Trolls aren’t like you see in the stories, we are however usually abnormally large and brutish looking so you tend to find us nowadays working as bouncers, security, wrestlers, occasional police officers and basketball stars. Because I have mixed parentage I don’t look much like the trolls you see today I do however have some traits the height and slight muscle form” He gestures to his body and I hear Johnny low growl a little. “Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My dr

“The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming. We don’t know much about them other than that they live in the desert in the West. The dwarfs however live and breathe war and are known for their immense skills in battle. They also worship Serian the God of war and each house within the dwarven city possess a small statue of him.” “And why don’t we know much about the trolls, if they are peaceful why has no one travelled to their home in person to document their lives?” Her mother asked slowly, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her daughter’s answer. “Because no one has been able to surviv

Soon after we were all graced with the warm, amiable sound of her voice. "I am so humbled by your words and actions but I couldn't have done it without all of you. This war would not have ended in victory if we did not come together as one. This celebration is for each and everyone here. Moreover, let us acknowledge the heroic act of my mother and Prince Phoenix," loud cheers were followed by hoots and whistles. "On behalf of my family, I would like to thank each and every royal member of every being. With all of your help, Prince Phoenix Valentine and I were able to permanently end the barbarism of the Giant trolls. They will no longer be a threat to us."

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.