Trolls Prince D Novels & Stories

Phillipa I got the fright of my life when the biggest boulder suddenly started to move and, in the blink of an eye, I was looking at a troll! “Your highness, welcome. I am Edgar. The ruler of the trolls.” His face was kind, but the thing I noticed first was how chubby his cheeks were! I had to fight with everything inside of me not to squeeze them! All around us, the rocks started to move, and their entire clan stood in front of us. I was positively gobsmacked! We didn’t have much information about the trolls.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

I said, getting closer to the nice one. Again they went to look at each other. I reached for his face and held it, forcing him to look in my eyes. “What does a prince have to do with my daughter,” I said, firm. “Uhm, actually you may want to sit down for this part. He’s the prince. Prince Dawson Drexel, and next month he’ll be the new King and Trix-- uhm, Willow will be his Queen,” he said. My legs immediately felt weak and I went limp. A flash hit me like lightning. Rain, big rain like the kind that brings a tornado. Hail cutting through the wind sideways.

The Fairy Princess “It looks like we did well by not killing the troll king’s spies, huh dad?” Not long ago we found out that some of our men were being paid by the troll king for information. My father wanted them dead, but I told him to hold off on that. I told him we could use them to feed the troll king the information we wanted him to have. They were the ones who helped us deliver the information about the Malraux kingdom, wanting to attack them.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

The room, after a moment of stunned hesitation, hesitantly followed my lead. My father rose to his feet, standing beside me, a towering figure of absolute authority. "As you have now heard, Lord Dolion is the new Crown Prince of Tirilla. You will all address him as such," he announced, his voice purring with satisfaction. "Unfortunately, Princess Thalia has proven to be a profound disappointment, utterly unfit to lead you." He paused, letting the humiliation hang in the air, a thick, choking smoke. "I trust you will all give your blessing to Crown Prince Dolion and treat... the princess... accordingly."

“What does that even mean? Come on, Dos Santos, I deserve to know more than what you're willing to say!” Despite my irritation, he didn’t seem fazed. Instead, he lowered his voice, looking a little subdued. “His name is Harold, and he’s a prince.” “A prince?" I snapped, incredulous. “Is that all you can tell me?” Dos Santos frowned slightly, casting his gaze away. “I can’t share everything, Rochelle. I’m not allowed to.” “Then you’ve left me with absolutely nothing!” I said, crossing my arms and feeling the urge to cry. “If he’s really a prince, why can’t I know more? Am I just a pawn or an accessory?”

"A trap? This is impossible." Prince Xander said to himself. He couldn't believe everything he saw. Her tears flowed slowly. "Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations to the new prince!" Prince Xander was startled when suddenly, Dante, Glory and George got up and shouted. He almost fell off the bed where he was sitting. His heart was beating fast. He just realized that he was pranked by his friends. They purposely made him panic and gave him a surprise.

*In the trolls castle* V was laying on the bed unconscious as The king of trolls Taylor Johnson was attending him. He was a doctor specialized in detoxifying poisions before being mated to the princess of trolls and married to be king and had a son. unfortunately the Queen died in delivery and their son barely made it. "Your highness will He be all right?" Jisoo asked with a lump forming in her throat. Taylor sighed before getting up and turning towards Jisoo.