After the events of the Shattered King, the Trollhunter team finds themselves in a mysterious room surrounded by classmates, teachers, family, trolls, and even enemies. What would happen when Jim Lake's secret is revealed and everyone's life changes...
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Wizards: The Inevitable
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These are the titles for 3Below reaction book and Wizards reaction book, be on the lookout for them once this book ends!
We will release the dates to the first chapter of 3Below: The World to Come at the end of this book!
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To Reviews:
Yes, my sister is okay, she's pushing through! However, we believe she will spend her life in a wheelchair, paralzied from the waist down. She is stubborn and one day, yes, I feel she will be able to walk again, but for now, no.
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Enjoy! - The Wondrous 4
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The moon shone against murky waters, each detail of the moon had been seen until an ore sliced through the water, destroying the calm image of the night. Between the large stones that impaled the sea, standing tall above was a small raft, a golden light leading the raft through the maze of darkness.
Words appeared on the bottom, reading out "Black Sea, Bulgaria, 1297 A.D" reminding the viewers that this had happened nearly nine hundred years ago.
The theater grew confused, what was significant about this night? Who was on the raft?
The raft came to a stop, gently crashing into a massive stone. The figure hopped from their boat, holding the torch, only to reveal Angor Rot, his eyes a beautiful gold.
The assassin held the torch against the large blanket of darkness, finding nothing, his eyes narrowed before he began to speak an enchantment, his voice was smooth, calm, and didn't sound as scratchy as it had in the present days.
"Ummmm, what is he doing?" Darci asked, but received no answer.
He pulled a small pigeon from the back of his pocket, the bird flying off into the darkness, not realizing the danger that laid ahead. Angor waited patiently, hearing the soft coo of the bird before it squealed in fear. Something on the other side had quickly ended the bird and its cries. When the deathly silence fell, Angor smiled.
