Trolls Sayings Novels & Stories

“Don’t be so freaked out. They won’t kill you unless they can think of an amusing way to do it.” “This guy,” said a troll leaning against the tunnel wall trying to get his breath. “He gets it.” “That wasn’t funny,” I said, somewhat annoyed at being driven to the point of hysteria by these knuckleheads. “This is hardly the time or place for your gags.” The trolls continued to rock with laughter. “Can’t think of a better one,” said the one who’d been covered in blood. He wiped a quartz tear from his face. “Your face... priceless.” He burst out laughing again. It sounded like a hallway full of doors slamming shut one after the other.

"I wasn't sitting in it because I thought I'd look like a dick sitting at a throne while the rest of you sit at a table. Thank you for proving me right." "Who the hell are you anyways?" Hunter asked. "Oh, did you miss the announcement? I'm Yavo, Monarch of the Trolls." "Aren't trolls supposed to be ugly?" Wokor asked. "You're one to talk, have you looked in the mirror today?" Yavo snorted. "Watch your mouth you grease cretin!" "More racism." I whispered. "Well that settles it. He is quite ugly!" Elion laughed. "On the inside!" "Don't address me you petty termite." Yavo sneered.

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

However, the troll was trolling and harassing her day in and out, spamming hundreds of posts one after another, nitpicking at everything. More gratingly, the troll was spamming at random without actually watching the show and everything said was what the troll thought was right. The troll was haranguing both the male and female protagonists at length and even called her a retard. Stella mused, 'Isn't the troll the retard instead? If the show is bad, then just don't watch it. Only someone mentally damaged would be spamming and trolling all day long.' Abigail then replied to her: [Calm down, Stella. They're called trolls for a reason, so you can't reason with them using common sense. The troll

An idea then struck her head, she didn’t know if it would work, but it was worth the try. “Look Katariina, believe it or not, it’s the truth, this volcano will erupt in a few hours and if we all don’t get out of here fast, it will kill us all. I’ll make a deal with you, if you let us take some of the cold earth on the surface, we’ll take you to a new home, the enchanted forest, there are lots of other mystical creatures there and guess what? You aren’t the last troll. There are lots of other trolls there who would love to welcome a new friend. If you want us to take you there now, we will, but you’d better hurry up. We don’t have much time before the sun rises and you know you can’t be seen

"If you need our help, just call for us sister. We are helping spirits; we are the vaetter of the earth and stones''. He lets go of my hand, and shrinks back to a stone. When I look closer I can recognise his face on the surface. And when I look at the next stone I realise it has a face too. It takes a bit of time before it sinks in what I have just experienced. The warmth the troll had sent into me is still lingering as a glove around my hand. I stare at the stone, then at my hand and then back to the stone. "Oh wow". I turn to Siri. "Did you see that ?" "Yeah you looked like you were going to pee yourself. I was getting nervous you would run of". Siri chuckles. "So it was all real ? It rea

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.

he shouted, waving his three-fingered hand in dismissal. As he spoke, I looked back to talk to Ryden, but she was no longer at my side. Neither was Envy. The pixilette was a way off, near the battleground, hovering anxiously over something. I couldn't see Envy. "Where did she go?" I searched the sky, worry twisting my insides. I hoped she was okay. The trolls cared little for other creatures, especially when they were in the throes of battle. "This is of the utmost importance. I cannot wait." His shrewd eyes studied me. The trolls looked dumber than rocks. Early on, I discovered that deception was one of their greatest weapons. They were actually quite competent, especially in the art of war

I retorted playfully, enjoying the banter among friends. "Oops, you said that. Just accept the fact, dude, that in simple terms, you're an OLD, RICH, QUICK-TO-DIE pervert!" Lennox quipped, earning a mock scowl from me as we all shared a moment of lighthearted camaraderie. "F*ck you Troj," his friend exclaimed amidst chuckles, "he won't kick the bucket that easily; he's like a stubborn weed, sticking around forever!" "Bayaw," another friend chimed in, "damn, that's like nails on a chalkboard!" Laughter rippled through the group, but they all knew if he wasn't his brother-in-law, he might have received a swift punch for that remark.

Turning my head slightly, I called out, “Hey, what exactly are trolls?” Kael didn’t hesitate. His lips curled into a displeased scowl as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. “They’re ugly monster things,” he muttered with disdain, clearly not a fan. I fought back a laugh and raised an eyebrow, bringing the phone back to my ear. “Sounds like an action movie to me,” I said to Dante, half-teasing. “You know, trolls under bridges, terrorizing villagers or whatever. Might be a fun change of pace.”