World's Strongest Troll Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Mates are supposed to protect each other, why is he hurting me instead? When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, he lets go of my hair and grabs my neck with his big palm, choking the life out of me, I grab his hand and struggle to get him to release me, but all my efforts go in vain because he a hundred times stronger than I am. He is a future Alpha and he is very powerful and almost invincible.

At first, Xiao Chen’s heart had indeed been filled with resentment, but by the time he reached the twelfth floor, it had all vanished. This meant that the trials of the eleventh and twelfth floors were the same—they had merged into one. Xiao Chen had battled his own uncontrollable nature, and now it had been successfully eradicated. Xiao Chen slowly accepted his past memories, and with a heavy heart, he witnessed firsthand how everything had been destroyed. Yet he drew a breath of relief when he saw their smiles—it was clear they all hoped Xiao Chen could stop that destruction from spreading to other worlds. If that was truly their hope, then Xiao Chen would grant it; he would become the rul

“Not you too, don’t… please, don’t!” Ralia howls inside me, the sound so broken it tears my soul apart. Iyana’s magic surges, but it’s chaotic, wild, blasting out of me in bursts that hit nothing. Just as I hold Sasha in my arms, the troll slams its massive hand down on me. I try to move, to fight, but the weight crushes the air from my lungs. My arms are pinned, my legs thrash uselessly. “Let me go!” I scream, power sparking from my skin. But it’s no use. The troll’s corrupted magic seeps into me, heavy and dark, wrapping around my limbs like chains.

His voice dropped to a whisper, but it sent my pulse racing. “Then your body will keep changing on its own. Without guidance. Without protection. And you know... that’s not a pleasant experience.” Instinctively, I touched my wrist—where he had held me earlier. I could still feel the calming sensation. When he let go, the world became noisy and overwhelming again. It was unbearable. Damn it. “I don’t like feeling trapped,” I whispered, but my eyes started scanning the first page of the contract. “I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he replied.