Ugly Troll Novels & Stories

Until here, her fate will remain unknown. A sudden scream was heard up the dungeons, “My Lady, we have to go now!” Charlotte was interrupted reading even though she didn’t understand what does it says. As they ascended from the pit, a group of monsters known as the trolls, as the largest and also most violent troll genus. It was ten feet tall, while Legolas was only seven feet tall. They have a dark gray body, a chunky torso, and kinky feet with flat soles. It emitted a powerfully unpleasant odor reminiscent of old socks and foul-smelling places. Its nose was filled with what appeared to be puffy, grayish paste: troll mucilage.

I'm about to question him, but when I stand up, the guy is already gone. My eyes turn huge. "I've thought this once, and now I have to say it out loud—what the actual fuck? Who was that troll?!"

To humiliate me, to push me further into despair and under his control. My hands shook violently as I reluctantly scrolled down to the bottom of the page. And just as I had feared, countless people had begun to comment. Their understanding remarks were few and far between. Most of the comments were filled with insults on how unrecognizable I’d become. How utterly disgusting and overweight I looked. Panic and shame set in at the same time because I knew that my parents had already caught wind of this. There was no way that they hadn’t. Within the two minutes that I’d seen this post, hundreds of comments, likes, and dislikes had begun to pool in.

“Once in college, Damen and his lab partner went out on a date.” “What no! Stop!” He tried to stop her. “The girl was allergic to sunflower seeds. She didn't know it at that point. She had a severe attack after having only one bite from her salad. He got so scared. He thought she was dying, and he almost started crying.” She said between fits of laughter. “What?” Penelope laughed. Damen was so embarrassed. He covered his face with his hands. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” He shook his head. “Ah! It's fine we are all friends. And friends should know about each other's embarrassing moments.” She patted her shoulder.

The old David was the brutal David; the current David was the confused David. Olivia looked at David, assessing whether the regret was genuine. "You... you are the man who once considered me ugly. Who blamed me for your lover's death. Who married me only by chance, and then divorced me so easily. I remember all of that clearly and you were so cruel in the past." David was silent, his dark eyes staring at Olivia as if cold water had just been thrown over him. "Olivia, I cannot ask for forgiveness. I was indeed cruel and I apologise."

The troll may very well be brain-damaged and is undergoing treatment. Her reply tickled Stella. Stella texted back: [You're right. Why do I even bother with such a brain-dead troll?] [Yeah, just ignore those people.] Abigail had always thought that internet trolls were about as disgusting as sewer rats, putting their conceit on full display for everyone to see. 'How wicked and foolish!' she thought.

Alarick nodded slowly while Erriene trembled and tried to gather a little of his dignity. A troll invasion was more like a plague taking over than anything else. They were dumb, ugly, hairy creatures that moved around forests, and when they grouped together, usually to the command of a big leader, they went to the bigger cities to find food. That could be anything from bread to vegetables and meat. The more crazy ones would even eat humans, but it wasn’t their preference.

The sparse tufts of sickly grey grass made the whole land look even gloomier. Yet, as in all things in life, nature found perfect tenants. Trolls. They were huge creatures with thick grey skin that you could easily mistake for a stone and with big shiny diamond shaped eyes. They looked scary, and yet there was some inexplicable beauty in them. But the trolls were not the only inhabitants of Canestor. Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves.

I didn't add, just in case the troll people were destroyed or became nothing but diluted sloths. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand and leaned his elbows on his knees. "And how do you propose I give you this strength, Silindra?" The moment I was dreading. I didn't know, but I had to think of something. Where did a troll's strength come from? Sure, their bodies were large, tough like a rock, and their skin prickly as porcupine fur (not to mention their blood was black as tar and tasted like oil). But the trolls' strength was more than that. It was a deeply embedded part of their personality. After a thousand years of living in the roughest terrain on the planet, they had to be strong,

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.