Trolls Xmas Novels & Stories

“I think this just might do. Think you, our Princess Strawberry, and our little troll prince can live next to the Christmas fairy godmother’s house, Lady Trollina?” “Ohhh yeah... Fairies and trolls love Christmas.” Milli lied, she was too depressed to celebrate anything this year, but she had to try… Fake it, till you make it, had become her new mantra these days. * * * The Wild Anemone drew a lot of visitors during the holidays. Aunt Elizabeth’s collection of ornaments and nativities from around the world turned the old B&B into a holiday showcase. A red jar by the door asked for donations for the local food pantry. Elizabeth rarely had guests booked during the winter, so she decorated each

Courtney looked nervous and Mason was absolutely beaming. Groaning, “Come one Mason! Not right now!” Jaxson said, rolling his eyes. He put his hand on his desk and rested his chin on his fingers with one finger on his cheek. “Not right now? What do you want, Mason?” I was so confused. What is not right now?” “Well, we missed Christmas with everything that has been going on and since I found some Christmas spirit, we should have our own little family Christmas here!” I blinked a few times at him, “We are wolves.” I stated the obvious like we don’t celebrate a holiday that human’s believe in. The Moon Goddess created us.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

Snow is being carelessly pushed one way and then another and I'm pretty sure all of our rackets is what caused a nearby herd of red-crowned cranes to scatter above the treetops, but still Travis encourages me, pushing me to move faster, pushing him to move faster too. "What are you two doing?" A high-pitched voice cuts through the air, making both of us look immediately and stop what we are doing. Just as quickly, my eyes widen in recognition. "Diego! Merry Christmas!" I say running across the field to give him a big hug. "Merry Christmas," Travis repeats happily, leaving behind me a few seconds later. "Thanks. Merry Christmas to you too, but seriously, what were you guys doing?" "Do you wan

No matter how much the critics howled before, nobody could resist a top-tier drone for basically nothing. The Yaya Indus gates were soon swamped with wolves looking to trade. I didn't leave the rink until nine that night, my body aching as I drove home. I wanted to see the pups before they drifted too deep into sleep. My comm-link buzzed. I tapped my earpiece. "Talk to me." "Collins! Have you seen the boards? I’m fuming!" Isabella Reed yelled on the other end. "You’re basically handing out gifts, and these trolls are still snarling at you!"

“Attack! Attack!” As he yelled a loud battle cry rang out from the Menian clansmen while they ran down the hill toward the city. The trolls at the rear of the invading army turned to set up a defense. Termâs ran straight into the beasts with his sword whistling as he charged. Blood began to fly about as both Menians and trolls fell to the ground. Arrows continued to rain down and lancers pierced their way into the enemy, cutting down dozens of trolls. A group of werewolves came from within the city walls to help the scaly beasts. They leaped with long strides over the trolls ripping into the unprotected Menians. Dozens fell with their entrails pulled out or their heads cut clean from their s

To ensure I make a memorable impression, I carefully selected the most alluring dress I could find, hoping to make John drool with admiration and to capture everyone’s attention as I showcase my confidence and beauty. Throughout the week, I have been eagerly preparing myself for a moment of pure joy and surprise when the time finally arrives. After a particularly exhausting day at work, I dedicated some time to indulge in self-care, starting with a relaxing manicure and pedicure to ensure my nails look perfect. I also scheduled a wax treatment, a facial, and a professional hairstyling session in preparation for the Christmas Eve party tomorrow night. My goal is to look and feel my absolute b

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

“Alright, alright. But you’re paying for this ‘not-a-date,’ and I want a snow cone out of it. What are we watching?” “Apparently Trolls,” I say, glancing at the eager faces behind me. “Huh? Never heard of it. Horror flick?” Dante’s voice crackled through the speaker, laced with playful sarcasm and genuine confusion. I shifted in my seat and glanced at the rearview mirror, catching sight of the three kids huddled in the back. Their expressions varied—curiosity, mild excitement, and Kael’s unmistakable pout. Turning my head slightly, I called out, “Hey, what exactly are trolls?”

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.