Trolls Xmas Novels & Stories

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

"I just realized I haven't bought them a puppy yet. Sorry about that, but, got so depressed at what happened when we last met…" "It's ok. There's still tomorrow…" "But it won't be Christmas then. I still have half an hour until midnight. And I think I know just the thing." In just a few moments, the twins were squealing excitedly and laughing delightedly at the gigantic black "puppy" that was willing to play, romp and give them piggyback rides. Finally, all the twins' wishes for Christmas were now complete. Merry Christmas, dear reader… See you this New Year!

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.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

“You should turn it on now.” I did. Just as he did his too. Immediately, they both started to beep in union. I raised a brow and dropped the toast in my hand, as I checked the notification. #ARIA. #COOWNER OF CLASSIC CASTLE EMPIRE. #THE BOSS’ OFFICE PLAYING THING. #YOUNGEST FEMALE BILLIONAIRE. My head spun as I saw what was trending on the internet. Damon dropped his phone and flipped the screen down on the table as he ran his hand through his hair, bit his bottom lip and cussed, “Shit.”

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

“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.

"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.