Trolls Xmas Novels & Stories

"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

I was caught off guard by what he said, my interest is not on his words by how nature fooled me, but something about, “Trolls?” I didn't mind him, although thoughts started to round up my mind, I ignored it and took a nap. The headquarters is about approximately six hours away and I could take a rest. However, in the middle of our journey, something unusual happens. “Holy shit. It's a troll,” he screamed. I was startled, took my gun, “Where?” I replied. I could say I've never seen a man so terrified, “It's chasing us, sir. Look,” he said. Although the freeway is dark, I had a precise glance at it. It is indeed terrifying. A giant, ugly monster with large nose and eyes, “Oh god, step on the g

Ok so not just me that’s shocked this time thank goodness. “Yes I said troll” he smirks “Trolls aren’t like you see in the stories, we are however usually abnormally large and brutish looking so you tend to find us nowadays working as bouncers, security, wrestlers, occasional police officers and basketball stars. Because I have mixed parentage I don’t look much like the trolls you see today I do however have some traits the height and slight muscle form” He gestures to his body and I hear Johnny low growl a little. “Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My dr

The young troll sucked in a breath as small jolts of electricity lit up under her skin, but as Mason began to smile she jerked herself from the chair and disappeared in a puff of orange glitter. The sudden action seemed to startle the flits, and they immediately began to surround Mason like a swarm of angry bees. Mina started to make a swirling motion with her hands and Murdok stood up, “stop, this is my mountain and I will maintain control here,” he barked.

“Let's go.” Amidst the eerie moonlight, a gruesome scene unfolded in the heart of the desolate forest. Feral werewolves, their primal instincts unleashed, clashed in a chaotic display of savagery. Fur flew through the air as claws tore into flesh, and guttural snarls echoed through the night. Bloodstained soil bore witness to the fierce territorial battle, each werewolf driven by an insatiable desire for dominance. Amidst the frenzied carnage, a group of trolls observed from their hidden vantage point, eyes gleaming with mischievous delight. The trolls, masters of secrecy, watched the werewolves tear into each other with an unsettling curiosity, relishing the spectacle of nature's brutality

“You don’t think there’s really ghosts down here, do you? We’ve been winding up the rats for years — so gullible.” “Wait,” said Nyx, his trembling switching from fear to anger. “You’ve been keeping us out of the haunted zone by pretending to be ghosts? That’s... outrageous.” “I know,” said the troll. “And hilarious. Oooooooh.” His ghostly moan echoed around the cave until it changed into a peal of laughter. Nyx crossed his arms and looked livid. I decided it would probably be best to get things moving along before things got more heated. There’s nothing to gain by arguing with a troll.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

Looking at the other two stocking's I couldn't help but smile because they were the same as Jared's but except had my mom's name and my names on the other two. The Christmas tree sat in the corner between the fireplace and the window. It was a stunning sight. The tree stood at 10 feet. It was flocked and had pinecones in it. Looking at the ornaments I noticed new ones and the ones my mother and I have collected over the years. My mom and I always loved having a red tree so the majority of the ornaments were red and the tree topper was not your average topper. It wasn't a star or an angel, it was a top hat. It was beautiful. It was red and had a pine cone attached along with holly. There were

“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?”

"Good morning, Sir. Welcome to Lorie's Laundry Shop." "Good morning too, Lorie," he greeted and place his laundry basket in the long chair. "That wasn't my name, Sir. My name is Christmas. Lorie is my aunt's name." He looks at me seriously straight to my eyes seems it was wrong that I corrected him. "Okay, Christmas." He gave me a little smile and I did the same thing but he didn't saw it because his eyes darted on the cellphone he is holding.