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I pull the water up to my chin. "Selene!" Elder Kellan shouts through the woods. "The Alpha King is back!" "He is here?" I shake. My heart goes crazy fast. "Right now?"

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

“Well, there are only a few of us left now because of all the wars that happened over the years. But there is hope now since you are here my king.” Luke was stunned, first, these Trolls seem to know about him yet he knew nothing about them. “Why are you calling me your king?” the Trolls looked at each other before answering. “Your power my king, we felt it from up in the mountains, it is so strong that no supernatural can ignore it. Also, there is a prophecy that a Demon King shall be born and will bring all the supernatural beings together and we will live in peace once again.”

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.

There he was, a troll, his teeth disgusting his nose too large, and his hair extremely bushy and wild. Annabelle steps backward, she had heard of how aggressive trolls could be. It growls his eyes letting in a vague expression of bloodiness, his nose sniffed noisily. " What do you want?," Annabelle managed to ask, as she continued to move backward, further away from the troll. " Our King wishes to see you" he replied quickly. Annabelle could tell right away from the way he replied, the sort of creature he was. He was the kind that hated lengthy discussion or boring speeches or long lasting quarrels that led to no exchange of fists.

That alone speaks just how much precious Tier 4 were, everyone were eyeing the one particular monster, naturally, and that is the Troll King. Troll King blood potion, that were produced by the blood of the Troll King is capable to heal any type of injuries, be it near death injury or comatose, or even curse. A single vial of that potion can heal almost anything except death, but naturally the main ingredients were the Tier 4 Troll King blood, which is very rare. That is why at the moment, in any nation, a Tier 4 Troll King bloods were categorized as a national treasures, worth over millions of gold coins. No one really knew just how much, President Mies were able to obtained, but any rough s

He then shifted then come to join us. “What is it, make it quick, Ianna and I can’t be gone for long not after what happened last night.” The witch looked like she wanted to ask but she stopped herself. “Our allies are on board, but I come with even more disturbing news.” Aegen and I both shared a look but then looked back at her in silence waiting for her to continue. “The Trolls are planning to attack the kingdom; I don’t have more details, but it will be happening soon.”

"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

“Since it’s on the way, I’m sure Miss King won’t mind if I tag along.” Helma sneered and said, “Of course I do. You’ll stink up the whole car!” “Miss King, is there a misunderstanding between us?” Neve stood uneasily and tried to explain, “I really want to get along with you. After all, you’re Cole’s ex-wife.” “Get along well with me? Are you worthy?” Helma glanced at Neve and dropped the bombshell. “How much money did you spend on the trolls?” Neve froze. “Miss King, what are you talking about? What trolls?”

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.