Trolls Sayings 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.

Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen: Trolls are nothing but this! Then, he provided an arrogant address. After exposing the trolls' location, he quickly called the police. The head troll saw his address exposed, panicked, and quickly tried to escape with his employees. At the door, however, they were stopped by the police.

"You seem quite confident of winning this battle." "I am." The troll responded. "I have never lost a battle." "And neither have we." Quinn grinned at the troll. "Don't say I didn't warn you " "Bring it on." The troll hissed and they all charged at one another, their fists and kicks flying all around as their sounds reverberated through the island.

Seeing Calista turn to look at him, Jordan quickly regained his composure. "You shouldn't pay any mind to what others are saying, Ms. Everhart. They're unhappy with themselves. That's why they're so hostile. The moment something doesn't sit right with them, they turn into trolls. They try to drag others down to force others to be as miserable as they are when they're unhappy." Calista had already pushed the door open. She raised a brow at his words and retorted sarcastically, "You're so knowledgeable, Mr. Lancaster. You even know what the online term 'troll' means."

’ Rex asked as they stopped at a group of short bushy leafed trees at the base of the hill, the blackguards not 200 paces in front of them, somehow they had not been spotted yet, even as the large group of trolls were now searching for them, roared and grunted loudly. “Get back into line ya disgusting f**ks!!” someone yelled from behind them, followed by the crack of a whip. Looking back, an obscenely chubby man with a leather harness and stained white trousers was cracking a whip trying to restore order with the trolls, who roared in response to the pain, but did not stop them from searching, “If ya disgusting things want food, go THAT way and eat them ya useless f**ks, now move!!” ‘Yes, tr