Trolls Valentines Novels & Stories

Jack shouted at Val holding her shoulders but Val shook him off and stood up. "Why are you torturing me? Why should I trust you when you are nothing to me? I said I am not interested in you. Why won't you understand?" yelled Val. "Torture! Is that how you feel? For god sake Valerie Norris I LOVE YOU!!!!and you are feeling my love as torture!!” yelled Jack standing up which shocked Val

TARA Valentine marched forward with his long stride in his dark blue suit that cost thousands of Serevian Euros. His short blond hair was too clean for his unruly behavior. “I heard the rebellious daughter of yours is back!” My brother Valentine’s blue eyes locked with mine. He threw his hands in the air dramatically. “There you are. The prodigal daughter is back!” I rose to my feet. My anger boiled in my veins in an instant, so hot and volatile I could burst into flames.

Soon after we were all graced with the warm, amiable sound of her voice. "I am so humbled by your words and actions but I couldn't have done it without all of you. This war would not have ended in victory if we did not come together as one. This celebration is for each and everyone here. Moreover, let us acknowledge the heroic act of my mother and Prince Phoenix," loud cheers were followed by hoots and whistles. "On behalf of my family, I would like to thank each and every royal member of every being. With all of your help, Prince Phoenix Valentine and I were able to permanently end the barbarism of the Giant trolls. They will no longer be a threat to us."

My loyalty was now to both, but Valen’s growth and protection superseded everyone else since he was the future King of the Werewolf realm. I had warned Vance, but he disregarded my advice. Not that my visions allowed me to tell him more. But when one of his pack members was hurt, what was he supposed to do? I guess it was a difficult choice to make, though when it came to matters of the heart, love is expected to win. A tiger swallowtail caterpillar was munching on the moonflower's heart-shaped leaf. Kneeling, I used my finger to let it crawl on me. I whispered enchantment and it turned into a butterfly and flew away.

The veiled Charlotte fends off a troll that lunges at the mysterious hero by unwrapping her weapons. A metal clash echoes across collapsing stone walls as Mr. Trumpet looks back to see the troll who took the dagger from his corpse's dead body swiped the blade, causing a metal clash to reverberate across the crumbling stone walls. He is hurled to the side, the dwarf's skull smacking into a concrete pillar as though light as a feather. When Grumpy jumps into action, the troll jumps in as well, attempting to defend the small ones.

It was common knowledge that trolls are also known for being fond of anything sparkling such as gold and silver. So they tend to hoard piles of treasures in their homes. Most likely, the half breed troll maidens are no exemption for this rule as well. So one by one, the group took each of their turns to give their gifts to Irithel . However, when it was Audrey's turn to give her gift, Nero interrupted her for a second. [Little lass, why don't we just gift her the annoying baby snow dragon who was always busy pigging out inside your storage ring?? She can also be considered valuable right???]

I repeated, trying to extricate myself. Rohan's grip tightened. "I think we need to talk, Tasha. You see, I know things about Helios... things that might change your perspective." Rohan's eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets as he leaned in, his voice low and mysterious. "Helios and I have a complicated past, Tasha. We once fought for the same woman's love – Valerie." My heart skipped a beat. I knew Helios still harbored feelings for Valerie, but I hadn't realized Rohan was also involved.

Still unwilling to stop, he gave my body one last vicious squeeze before rolling off me in frustration. The next second, Calvin suddenly began to sob. "Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He cried as he trembled, gently stroking my cheek. "I really love you. I can't bear to let you go. "But I have no choice. I really don't." I forced down the humiliation and rage, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. "What happened?" Calvin sniffed. His face was full of sorrow and false devotion. "Quinn, you're too beautiful. You're perfect.

“Oh! We need to prepare for the new boss. He is taking over today. There is a lot to organize.” “Yes,” I said, nodding. “I will get on it.” As she walked away, voices floated through the air, laughter following them. Someone mentioned Valentine’s Day. February 14th. Lovers’ Day. Tacha joked loudly about how every married house would be full of moaning tonight. Another laughed and said she planned to exhaust her husband before midnight. Then my colleague came back, grinning mischievously. “Seraphina,” she said, lowering her voice, “tell me, do you have something special planned for your husband tonight? Any dress that will make him want to eat you alive?”

I looked up at Taylor, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they nearly broke the skin. Ethan let out an impatient sigh. “It’s late. Why aren’t you staying home where you belong? What are you doing here? “And now you’ve ruined the mood, stirring up trouble for no reason!” Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. Not only had he forgotten about our Valentine’s Day, but the promises he once made—to cherish me for a lifetime, to always treat me well—had also crumbled into nothing.