Trolls World Tour Voice Actors Novels & Stories

“We just came here to get something, we’ll get it and be gone really quickly, then you can continue your sleep.” “If it’s the earth from this volcano you came here to take, then you might as well return to where you came from.” From the troll’s voice, Joana recognized that it was a female. Though it was hard to tell at first because she was murderously tough. The troll squinted her eyes and looked at Joana again, before letting out a shriek. “Hey, I remember you now, you came here before!!!” “Yes, I did, so you see I’m not an enemy.”

I say softly, “she didn’t mean it. We didn’t know about your treaty.” The smaller troll tilts its massive head, eyes narrowing. “And who are you to speak for her?” “I’m… no one important,” I stammer. “But I mean no disrespect. We only wish to pass. I swear we will leave no harm behind us.” Astria scoffs behind me, but I ignore it. The idiot better thank me later for saving her freaking life! The first troll regards me in silence, its ancient gaze heavy but thoughtful. “You speak with caution,” it says finally. “And with humility. Traits long forgotten by your kind.”

The pack moved cautiously, alert but undeterred. After several hours of walking, the group suddenly came to a halt as a rustling sound echoed through the trees ahead. Without hesitation, they fell into defensive stances, the wolves baring their teeth and the humans drawing their weapons. Emerging from the darkness were several towering figures—trolls, their massive forms lumbering into the moonlight. Damien’s heart pounded, his body tensing as he prepared for an attack. The trolls were enormous, with thick, gray skin and long arms that swung by their sides, but instead of charging, they stopped at a distance and raised their hands in a peaceful gesture.

Another attack continued to follow Wiggy who flew around the room, leaving a trail of fire every time it missed and hit a small balcony or lantern instead. “Face me, Coward!” Miranda screamed in annoyance. "Don't worry, Grandma. I will beat you,” replied Wiggy still casually. “After you killed your ugly Trolls.” Wiggy crossed her arms to observe his work. The giant scorched balconies and lanterns began to crack, eventually literally collapsing on the Trolls. Although not all, the number of Trolls has decreased drastically. So what happened next, Troll and Faun troops attacked each other. The Fauns use their sharp horns, woodcutting axes, and powerful kicks. While Trolls excel because their b

They were not that big but they were rolling down like they were being thrown at them. They stopped and looked at these rocks. They rolled down until they got to them, one ran over Ambrosia’s foot making him hiss in pain. When they stopped suddenly, they popped heads and feet appeared. They were Trolls. “Apologies if we scared you, my king.” One of them said. “They were really not lying when they said you guys look ugly,” Ambrosia said making Luka laugh, and the Trolls glare at him. He was still angry about being run over by one of them.

"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

“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.

The group pressed on, exploiting the momentary advantage. Erica, her agility unmatched, darted around the troll, delivering swift and precise strikes to its vulnerable spots. Alana, a sorceress in her own right, summoned the elements, conjuring bolts of lightning that crackled through the air and struck the troll's hulking form. Ethan, with his keen eyes and steady aim, launched a barrage of arrows that found their mark, chipping away at the troll's strength. Every member of the group fought with unwavering determination, their collective will fueled by a shared desire to survive.

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.

Henry made his voice heard. And we all burst out laughing. -Crack As our attention switched, we heard the sound of dead leaves being trodden on. "Grr.." "Graargh!" "Aguarg!" We all turned to see a swarm of trolls racing towards us. Us four prepared for a long war by unsheathing our weapons. For the time being, I had no plans to employ my skills. It was time to train in the sword.