Trolls Ocs Mga Nobela at Kwento

Too soft. I kept swiping, comparing them to someone I wasn’t allowed to have. I reminded myself. This had to work. Trent was tall enough, his eyes blue enough. His brown hair perfectly styled back. “And you look good too,” I said, “taller than I expected.” Something flickered across his eyes. “You like your men short?” I shook my head. “Nope.” His shoulders dropped, and another smile formed on his lips. “You know most Alphas prefer their Omegas softer…” he rubbed his fingers together.

"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." Professor Morgan started his lesson with a brief introduction about the background of Trolls. According to him, the reason why these trolls were kept in an underground chamber is for their own safety. Trolls have one fatal weakness, and that is the sun. Apparently, when a troll was exposed to sunlight it will immediately be turned into a stone. Being a lover of music and arts in n

TAYLOR’S POV Oscala scanned the place, quietly and then he looked at us. “That’s sound isn’t real. This place isn’t real. Like I told this id a mirage. A very a good one. They really want to keep people out. We need to keep moving. No matter what you see and hear and feel, ignore it. It’s not real. “AHH!!!” The scream came again, my heart skipping thousands of beat. I gripped my chest. Oh my poor heart. I looked at Oscala. “Its going to be hard to pretend I can’t hear that.”

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

Akillim sucks in a chunk of air, and exhales loudly, while watching the little trolls hurry away with his meal. "I found that under a tree trunk, it was dead and I never thought it was someone's." "Grods are fledglings of trolls," Ceira stomps down. "they hide their catch from the adults." "And what are you doing here?" Akillim, shifting his strength from his sprinting dinner, to the elf beside him. "I thought I told you clearly to stay far away from me?" Folding both his arms, he looks beyond her beautiful woven red hair, into her oval shaped blue eyes, anticipating an answer.

Other wolves were close by, all smiling and a few finishing the food on their plates. His mom began to sing happy birthday, everyone joining in as the twins looked up, focusing on the birthday cake that now sat in front of them. We had all just finished singing happy birthday with everyone crowding around the twins when a familiar screeching voice echoed through the wind, the whole area going silent as we twisted our heads in direction of the noise. I looked up, finding Olie walking through the house and into the backyard. Her fitted red dress finished at the top of her thighs, her assets practically falling out as she walked towards us. Her eyes scanned the area before her line of focus fou

Until here, her fate will remain unknown. A sudden scream was heard up the dungeons, “My Lady, we have to go now!” Charlotte was interrupted reading even though she didn’t understand what does it says. As they ascended from the pit, a group of monsters known as the trolls, as the largest and also most violent troll genus. It was ten feet tall, while Legolas was only seven feet tall. They have a dark gray body, a chunky torso, and kinky feet with flat soles. It emitted a powerfully unpleasant odor reminiscent of old socks and foul-smelling places. Its nose was filled with what appeared to be puffy, grayish paste: troll mucilage.

Among the few remaining customers, two at the same table started to chat to fill the uncomfortable silence. One cleared his throat. “Oi, there’s news about the uprising of the trolls.” “What?” “They said everyone’s joining. Even the sorcerers now.” “The sorcerers?” His friend laughs. “It’s hopeless for the palace now! They won’t have a chance to defend! Well, at least if the witches don’t go with ‘em,” he says, with a rough Southern accent. They’re traders of the South, with a wide network of connections that keep them updated with the world. It’s a basic skill if one dreams to be a trader. Though, it’s not a glamorous job.

The sparse tufts of sickly grey grass made the whole land look even gloomier. Yet, as in all things in life, nature found perfect tenants. Trolls. They were huge creatures with thick grey skin that you could easily mistake for a stone and with big shiny diamond shaped eyes. They looked scary, and yet there was some inexplicable beauty in them. But the trolls were not the only inhabitants of Canestor. Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves.

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.