Trollstopia Trolls World Tour Novels & Stories

"The owner's from China and was hooked on 'The Simpsons' before he ever moved to the states. He's a good guy, but most trolls are." "How can he hide?" "He's got a glamor charm. Besides, most of his clientele are magical in nature anyway." She relaxed in her seat. Shane had gotten word from the troll that there was more morning stars being offered up in the local drug market. Grolik, the troll in question, didn't like it and had called in the local authorities. He wouldn't mind dealing with it himself, but buildings tended to collapse when a troll got into a fight, and he didn't want to bring undue attention to himself or the community. Then Henry got a call on his cell phone.

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

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

I asked him. “Who? Oh, you mean the zombies.” Trolls weren’t too bothered about political correctness, it seemed. “Of course. Normally they send two of their own, but you were sent in their stead. To be honest with you, they rarely pose much of a challenge. Oh they try their best, I mean they have to or everyone they know and love will be killed, but they aren’t the most athletic of people.” Yes, I thought, everyone they know and love would be killed by you.

he asked, feeling confused. Sylv bowed. "I apologize. We promise to explain everything to you all tomorrow." He answered and stood upright. "Uhm..." Hail called. They looked at him. "I, too, don't understand what is going on." Hail said and scratched his cheek, feeling embarrassed. "So..." he said and shyly smiled. "Can you tell me how to get back to my world? I want to go home now." he told them, then suddenly paused when he recalled something. “Oh, right. It should be ‘another world’, since – “ he looked at them. “ – this is my dream world.” He told them.

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.

We continued following them. Gamu and Uma were also talking, I didn't know about what. I couldn't even imagine. "Yoké." "Yes, lady?" "How will we know when the show is about to end so we can return?" He then stopped all of a sudden. I stopped too. "Shh... You hear that?" I listened carefully: I could hear the distant sound of ambiance. There were drums, singing, laughter and cheering. "That's how we'll know. If that stops, then we know we have to get back quickly before Furah, and the chief find out you two are missing."

“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?”

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.

I said after clearing my throat. He stopped drinking. The troll assistant took the glass. "Go on." I had to be careful. If Titan knew I possessed a piece of Abernathy's soul, he would use his impressive strength-laden magic to slaughter me before he would allow me to leave. "He sent me on a quest to collect and save each of the seven great magics." I paused, preparing myself to slather on the compliments. "Trolls hold the greatest strength in the world, and you, Titan, are the strongest of them all." He sat up straighter. "I have been sent to collect the strength of a troll so that I may keep it safe." I didn't add, just in case the troll people were destroyed or became nothing but diluted s