Trolls Holiday Characters Novels & Stories

“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 was chatting with May June, who was dressed as Snow White, but with blood-red lips and nails, and dark circles under her eyes. As they talked, Goodman made his way over to them, dressed as an evil version of the Mad Hatter. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and his costume was covered in stains and rips. "Ladies". He greeted. " Now where's my friend don't tell me he ran away before the party even started. He chuckled at himself. " He hasn't run away yet. " May chuckled back. " He's just having some problems with his costume. He's actually with his designer right now fixing it. "

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

Trolls? Spindle nodded, "they want something from you miss. You and your friend, apparently he's a," "Prince. Is that what they were saying? They took him cause he's a prince?" Spindle nodded, "and you're his princess." I leaned back, letting the back of my head hit the muddy wall. "Its the fucking Luri's all over again." Spindle let out a light chuckle, "Oh miss, Luri's are nothing compared to trolls. If you don't give them what they want. You won't survive."

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

Suddenly, three enormous figures rushed into the scene from different areas of the spaceship, they were giant, white-skinned giants with horrible faces, dimly human, but not really, each one being around 5 meters tall! Chaos checked their existence realms in a quarter of a second, finding that they were all SSS-Rank Troll Warriors, a humanoid and "intelligent" race of creatures with Giant Bloodline. A nice meal as well! Perhaps this could compensate for not eating the half-vampire. The three Trolls rushed towards Chaos who was too big to get inside the spaceship, as they tried to use their strength and the giant clubs they carried to hit him and get him out of the ship. Their clubs hit Chaos

The Trolls were lined up in front of Edmund, ready to take any order. "You're wrong, brother. I never give up, remember?" Edmund in the back chuckled as he played with his golden wand. "You're wrong too, Edwig. I'm better than you, and always will be!" Wiggy didn't answer again, only smiling crookedly as he pulled out his flute. "ATTACK!" Without warning, Edmund exclaimed as he raised his golden staff. The Trolls bellowed in unison at Wiggy, but the youth's agility overcame them. He flew into the air playing the flute. The next instant a pack of Pixies came like a high tide. The Pixies lunged at the Trolls and swarmed them.

Then he expanded, “But then if we both killed him, that would make it five and a half to four and a half. Don't you think so?” They arrived at the trolls and snapped out of their friendly altercation as Anna vanished the fire that protected them. “I am starving. Let us eat something,” mumbled Anna. "Why am I not surprised?" "And why are you such a jerk, David? I'm bloody hungry." Trozan stepped backward fearfully. Anna paused, then chuckled, “...Hey. Fret not my friend trolley dear, we are not going to eat you. We! Truth be told, we would not even eat those feral. Ew! Disgusting really.”

But since he had already completed this part of his plan, he was feeling quite happy and he was fine with that. "Well, I think we don't need to do any Christmas shopping yet. But I can ask if you can help us unpack and settle in tomorrow, right? Unless you're going to the office instead…" The Alpha of the Silvercrest pack suddenly froze for a moment, and then a large Cheshire cat grin slowly showed up on his face. The babies laughed at the "big happy man" and then ran to him with arms spread wide open… Soon the three were on the floor having piggyback rides with the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company…

“Alright, alright. But you’re paying for this ‘not-a-date,’ and I want a snow cone out of it. What are we watching?” “Apparently Trolls,” I say, glancing at the eager faces behind me. “Huh? Never heard of it. Horror flick?” Dante’s voice crackled through the speaker, laced with playful sarcasm and genuine confusion. I shifted in my seat and glanced at the rearview mirror, catching sight of the three kids huddled in the back. Their expressions varied—curiosity, mild excitement, and Kael’s unmistakable pout. Turning my head slightly, I called out, “Hey, what exactly are trolls?”