Trolls Holiday Characters Novels & Stories

Landon stuttered. "Oh, you have a packed lunch? What is it? Let me see." One of Xavier's friend grabbed his bag from his shoulder. "Pl—please, give it back." Landon begged. "Pl—please, give it back." Xavier only mocked his please, and everyone of his friends laughed out loud. "Oh, look, and egg sandwich. I think I'm hungry, can I have it? Thank you, Landon. You are so nice!" The other one said.

That head turn was what Aries was hoping for as he launched up and hit it in the front. Aries' jaw opened wide and clamped down on the thing's throat from the front. Daral lost his hold and hit the ground hard. He shifted human and rolled out of the way as the creature gave a choking roar and had two hands on Aries trying to pull him off. You could see red blood pour from Aries' sides as the claws sank into him. However he was holding on hard to the throat, his teeth sinking deeper. Aries’ own claws were sunk into the things shoulder and chest. His back claws tore into it aiming to eviscerate the thing kicking at it. ‘There is a troll comin in on the north end!’ It was Mecir mental voice. Tr

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

“But, since I have so many more gifts to give out, I’m going to have my elves help me.” He motioned and two men stepped forward. Holly recognized them as Hal and Gregory, Nathan’s bodyguards. However, they were wearing green tunics with striped red tights and a yellow belt. They also had on elf ears and pointed caps. They looked more like a pair of Jolly Green Giants than Santa’s helpers. Hal went to the open bag. “Where is Natasha?” Natasha stepped forward, fear and curiosity on her face. “That’s me.” “Here you go, darling,” Hal said, a smile filling his face as he handed her an art kit.

The Porsche crest caught the light. The scream she let out probably caused an avalanche three miles away. "The Cayenne Turbo? The one with the red interior?" "Merry Christmas, bug," Silas said, his expression softening for just a second. Chloe threw her arms around him. "Best daddy ever! I have to get pictures!" She grabbed her phone and ran out into the blizzard, leaving the door wide open. Cold wind swirled in. But the temperature dropped for a different reason. Silas turned to me.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

I asked him. “Who? Oh, you mean the zombies.” Trolls weren’t too bothered about political correctness, it seemed. “Of course. Normally they send two of their own, but you were sent in their stead. To be honest with you, they rarely pose much of a challenge. Oh they try their best, I mean they have to or everyone they know and love will be killed, but they aren’t the most athletic of people.” Yes, I thought, everyone they know and love would be killed by you.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

Rose said. Through the trees, we could see a large tower being built. We hadn’t seen it before, and it wasn’t something we were likely to miss. I spotted something that made me want to vomit. “Trolls,” I gagged and turned around to find Rose putting her arms around me. “How are they building it so quickly?” Father asked, placing his hand on my back. “They have help,” Aryk pointed to a figure on a rise of land near the castle. The figure was all black and appeared to be wearing a helmet that was made to look as if the wearer had a crown on.