Wattpad Trolls Novels & Stories

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

He grabbed another phone, logged in to one of his many anonymous accounts, and typed furiously. * "Don't be fooled! She's manipulative! She abandoned her husband!" * But minutes later, his comment was buried under thousands of replies. "Shut up, troll. I knew Cassie personally-she's nothing like that." "If you're going to lie, at least be creative." "Protect Cassie at all costs." "Who's this asshole/bitch looking for goddamn attention?" Raymond's face turned red with rage. He slammed his fist on the table.

Roger explained. “Annoying little things.” Jackson remarked. Still not looking away from me. “They can be.” I scooted my chair forward and refocused on my plate. But usually you find that, only when they’ve been goaded.” “Who’s been goading the trolls, Fiere?” Roger asked in confusion. Probably Jackson. Since he goads everyone else! He’s goading me now. After debating a few ways they could get rid of the trolls raiding at night, the boys quieted a bit.

"I was thinking of posting this behind-the-scenes shot from your supernatural portrait session." I turned the tablet to show her. The image captured Amber adjusting lighting for a young werewolf couple, her face focused and professional. "Go for it," she encouraged. "Though you know the rival packs will flood the comments with negativity." I smirked. "I'm counting on it. Controversy drives engagement." "I almost miss fighting with trolls online," Amber admitted with a wistful sigh. "There's something satisfying about defending your territory, even if it's just digital."

"I am very sorry Coco. The egg stinks and I don't know but I think it's rotten judging by the stench. And if am not wrong, those trolls did this." I was too embarrassed to speak. Too angry to think and I furiously stormed to where the suspects were. A group of six rich girls who despite always falling almost all classes never missed chances to annoy people. They called themselves Queens. Ally and I named them trolls. These girls had it all; from designer clothing to expensive cars. Whenever anyone reported them, the school ends up suspending you instead of those trolls. Rumours had it their parents paid off the Chancellor. "Why did you do that, Annie?" I scoffed.

The YouTubers who were there in person were all feeling dizzy. The good news was, whoever could get a shot of the Molson family would see their views shoot up like crazy. The bad news was, all the stuff they said before was just trashing the Molson family, and now their accounts all got banned! Some of their original fans even said in the group that they were just paid trolls hired to badmouth the Molson family! There really were some who took money, some self-media accounts, especially those former public intellectuals, a lot of them were infiltrated by foreign forces.

Nobody's buying the no-connections story! [I've heard there's always some truth to online rumors, where there's smoke, there's fire!" ... Negative comments flooded in, shifting the tide. Ben was forcefully engaging with Wesley, but seeing the disgusting insults on the screen, his expression darkened. "What nonsense is this? Where did all these trolls come from?" Anthony was also puzzled, looking at Wesley. "You didn't buy them, did you?" Wesley: ??? "What are you talking about? I'm here to help, not to spread hate. Do I look schizophrenic to you?"

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.

’ Rex asked as they stopped at a group of short bushy leafed trees at the base of the hill, the blackguards not 200 paces in front of them, somehow they had not been spotted yet, even as the large group of trolls were now searching for them, roared and grunted loudly. “Get back into line ya disgusting f**ks!!” someone yelled from behind them, followed by the crack of a whip. Looking back, an obscenely chubby man with a leather harness and stained white trousers was cracking a whip trying to restore order with the trolls, who roared in response to the pain, but did not stop them from searching, “If ya disgusting things want food, go THAT way and eat them ya useless f**ks, now move!!” ‘Yes, tr