Trolls Xmas Novels & Stories

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.

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

His eyes narrowed, a sense of agitation crossing his mind as he pushed it closer to me. I glared at him, shaking my head once more and he dropped it with a shrug of his shoulders. Damn man kept trying to feed me like a pet. Swallowing the toast, he cleared his throat. "So, five days until Christmas. Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?" I remained standing, observing them as much as Theonardo was. We made brief eye contact and he acknowledged me with a gentle nod of the head. Looking at Kacie, her eyes were focused on Aldren as she gushed about Christmas.

She doesn’t wait to see if the boards will hold her as the second troll swings his arm against the bridge making it swing precariously in the air. ‘Hera! Get us out of here.’ I scream at her, watching as the first troll tries to grab her again. “Go, we’ll distract them.” The sprites and fairies descend on the trolls, tugging on their hair, biting their ears, anything to get their attention away from us. It works and we make it to the other side. Hera turns, wanting to make sure that the sprites and fairies aren’t injured. “Come on, they’ll be fine.” Buppig says. “We need to hurry, I can hear the bells tolling. The Prince and Duchess are getting married today. Run!”

“It’s the same in there with the third victim. There is no way we can make it look like an animal attack” Marta puts her hand on a stone. The granite starts to twist and this time the troll comes all out of it home, walking up to her. His face with the rough exterior and the huge round nose looks soft and the round eyes with the colour of moss is warm, despite the cold hard element he represents. “Be greeted. Thank you for your help tonight brother. I come to ask for your help once more”. “Be greeted vǫlva Marta”. The troll says with it’s deep rumbling voice. “We will see to it that this place is cleansed”.

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la) 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la) Don we now our gay apparel Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la) Troll the ancient Yuletide carol Fa la la” Tanner sings. We all clap for Tanner. Jack and I have both come such a long way together. That’s what makes us even more connected. Our souls are like one, we are made for each other and every second we’re apart like a living hell. I’m so thankful for all that has happened!

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."