Veneer From Trolls 3 Novels & Stories

It immediately burst into flames, sticking to the far wall like napalm. The lava thinned out and began streaking downwards. The two trolls plummeted, but were now able to move enough to push off the wall behind them and leap across to the ledge. They slammed down beside us, a little burnt around the edges, but none the worse for wear. That’s trolls for you. “Thank you, Dragonrider,” said Keezy. “Yes, my thanks, Dragonrider,” agreed Raviva. “It appears the contest will have to be called a tie. Honours even.”

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

Velmont mumbled under his breath as he moved closer to the troll. He then glanced around the area and found Vesper leaning on the tree while Gamma Sevy's head was in her lap. She's trying to stop the blood from gushing out of the wound in his head. He hastily ran towards them. "What happened?" Velmont asked worriedly. "Two trolls," Vesper mumbles weakly. She then winced in pain as she was also injured during the attack. Velmont stared at her abdomen and then said, "Can't you heal yourself?"

It takes me a full two minutes before I understand what I’m seeing. As I watch, trolls begin pulling themselves from the walls of the cliffs. They stand, stretching is if they have been in the same position for too long. Rocks and boulders fall off their bodies, tumbling into the water beneath them. When they are done, there are ten trolls standing in the ravine and the gap has extended making it more of a gorge than a ravine. Shengis is hugging a troll that looks like a female. Another one coming up to him, embracing him. Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll.

It takes me a full two minutes before I understand what I’m seeing. As I watch, trolls begin pulling themselves from the walls of the cliffs. They stand, stretching is if they have been in the same position for too long. Rocks and boulders fall off their bodies, tumbling into the water beneath them. When they are done, there are ten trolls standing in the ravine and the gap has extended making it more of a gorge than a ravine. Shengis is hugging a troll that looks like a female. Another one coming up to him, embracing him. Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll.

It is not just the Troll King blood, there were more other Tier 4 Monster materials and all of them were very precious. Naturally I would only sold a few of them, just 2 in particular items, the Troll King Bloods and the Giant Behemoth Leathers, the Behemoth were already dead, it was said that the leathers is very strong and suitable for creating a strong armor. It was true though, Rafaela has performed test of that leather, it was quite durable, that a normal bullet and blade can’t even damaged it, only a damage inflicted by infusing mana and magic would harm the leathers. Very impressive materials, I only decided to sell just 10 meters of that leathers, divided into 10 parts with each of t

His jaw tightened slightly but he understood he had no choice in the matter. “So, go make friends” I continued, my voice lighter again. He didn’t look happy about it but he nodded anyway. “As you wish” he bowed. I smiled. We walked in silence for a moment then measured footsteps approached. I glanced up and smiled. “Well, this should be interesting” I murmured under my breath. Three elegant figures appeared at the far end of the corridor. Luna Elena, Ruby and Vesha moved together effortlessly, their presence commanding attention without needing to demand it.

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

We storm forward, through the forest, two unstoppable forces brining anything in our path. Someone calls out my name and hers. I pause, more because it is a roar, loud and reverberating through my bones. We both turn at the sound. A wolven, fully transformed stalks towards us, as tall as Argell but more terrifying. I still can't see properly, and the magic within threatens to burst at the slightest impulse, but I don't need to look any further when I recognize the deep sea green eyes of Veesa.