Ugly Troll 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

Every social media platform she was on had exploded overnight, her name tagged in threads, reposted in stories, and plastered in news headlines. Some were screenshots of her face from last night’s live stream; others were clips, cut short, slowed down, zoomed in on every blink, every twitch of her lip, every falsely sweet smile. #LilaTheLiar was trending number two nationwide. #FakeApology was number three. She scrolled, her stomach sinking. “I can’t believe she thinks we’re stupid enough to buy that ‘I was just stressed’ excuse.” “Her crocodile tears were embarrassing.” “Sis should’ve stayed offline if she couldn’t even fake sincerity right.”

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

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.

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(Mina) Mina being reluctant is a normal thing, despite they know what I am capable of, they tend to refused to let me be any kind of danger and possibly in a harms way. That is just the way they were. And like I just said before, as soon as the call ended the remaining 2 Tier 4 monster also arrived at the edge of the forest, and it was a King Troll, a simply higher form of an ugly green monster called troll, it is big and able to use a weapon, and this time this King Troll were wielding a tree trunk. The last Tier 4 Monster is rather unique, it was an Undead Unicorn, like it’s name, it was a unicorn, but already rotting and unlike it’s former self, it was extremely ugly and rather repulsive.

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

But Ullysis simply set the teacup down and met Roger’s eyes, cold, unreadable. “Is that all?” Roger opened his mouth to speak but paused, sensing the faint shift in Ullysis’s mood, the one that suggested he was done playing along. "You know how vicious internet trolls can be," Roger continued, his voice laced with fake concern. "Shantal's doing all this nonsense just to make you love her. Ullysis… I’m begging you, set the record straight. Make her stop before she ruins herself." He gave a helpless sigh. "Please… Do it for me. I love my daughter very much."

He did not like Angie at all. "Yeah, she's a bit off. She really likes you, and she's one of your simps." "What?" Theodore was confused. "My what? Simp?" "Yeah," Aurora explained. "She once told me that you're her hero. She's obsessed with you, and it's become a habit. She watches every interview of yours and leaves comments expressing her love." Aurora then shared more details about Angie's situation. It turned out that Angie was an unattractive, miserable online troll. She was a keyboard warrior, hater, and drama queen.

“Yes. And we’ll help you cross the troll bridge.” “Do they not usually let you pass?” I ask, wondering what I’m getting us into. “Usually we go around, but you said you were in a hurry. The bridge is the fastest way. “Trolls are big.” “Hairy.” “Smelly.” “And mean.” “But not smart.” The sprites say in their strange way, like they have one mind and talk through several mouths.