Comic Book Logan Novels & Stories

I felt bad having brushed him off like that, but with the way he was going, it's either I would have scratched his eyes out or he would have scratched mine. Seeing Logan here in New York isn't a good sign looking back at the things that have been happening so far. He doesn't look like the Logan I know ten years ago. That boyish look and that happy glint that always twinkles in his eyes are missing. When I saw him standing there in that cloak it made me_wait.. That cloak_ I saw someone standing at the door that night in the toilet, that person was also wearing a cloak. Did he?_ is Logan the one behind all those? The writing, my accidents? Is he also responsible for the bleeding? The more I th

(Logan’s POV) The cold air of the Titan practice rink was supposed to be a reset button. Out here, under the harsh white lights, I was Logan Cross, the million-dollar asset, the injured star focused on his recovery. I was not the terrified prisoner who had shattered a glass tumbler with a thoughtless grip, nor the complicated mess who spent his nights burning off rage with the man he was supposed to hate.

He raised his glass, and his voice carried effortlessly across the silent hall. “Everyone,” he began, “I would like to introduce you to my mate, Aria.” The ballroom erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps and scattered applause. And just then, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. Logan. He was a ghost of his former self—gaunt, exhausted, his cheeks hollow and his eyes ringed with darkness. The proud, confident Alpha aura he once radiated was gone, replaced by a heavy shroud of weariness.

Even those who had turned against him quieted, their eyes drawn to the man they once called Alpha. He let his voice roll, low at first, then sharper. “You would betray me for Rowan? For a man who abandoned you when Zeus came for your throats? For someone who vanished when Wakanda raised his blade and this pack’s blood was nearly spilled?” The noise dimmed. No one dared interrupt. “I bled for you,” Logan growled, his voice like iron. “Every scar on my body is proof of battles fought for White Claw. I stood when enemies tore at our borders. I stood when wolves turned rogue. I stood when death was certain, and I would stand again.”

I could feel him trembling. Logan took one step forward and that was all it took. The guy shoved me away so hard I stumbled, throwing his hands up in surrender. Logan closed the distance and hit him once, clean and efficient so quickly. The guy’s eyes rolled back, and he joined his buddies on the pavement. I stood there, shaking, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Logan stood over the bodies, not even winded. He knelt down, his hands quickly patting down their pockets. He pulled something small and dark from one of them...a wallet? A badge?...and tucked it into his own jacket before I could get a good look.

He scrolled through the pictures and felt overjoyed knowing the scandal this was gonna cause. "Good job! That bundle of cash is yours for a job well done." Logan grinned slightly and became supposedly filled even though he hadn't taken any bite off the meals on the dining table. "Thanks boss. Hope to do more in the future."He smiled. Logan nodded and strolled to his room where he placed a call to someone who's gonna help him in linking these pictures out in the open. “I'm gonna ruin you, Bryan. Just watch and see…”

He snatched those cursed romance scrolls and hurled them into the fireplace, watching the ink bubble and burn with a murderous glare. "Lucas! I’ll have your pelt for this!" The next sun rose over the mist-shrouded peaks, and I was out of the Harbor View Apartment before the first bird sang, heading for the design guild. Logan hadn't slept a wink. When he stood before the mirror in the washroom, three angry red furrows mocked him from his forehead. The marks were too high to hide with a cowl and his hair was too short to mask the evidence. He had no choice but to face the Citadel looking like he'd lost a fight to a mountain cat.

Logan’s Struggle Logan was backed into a corner, the beast towering over him. Vines lashed out, but he moved with precision, his dagger slicing through the air. “You’re really starting to annoy me,” Logan muttered, dodging another attack. The creature lunged, its massive claws tearing through the ground. Logan rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding being crushed. He spotted a glowing weak spot on the creature’s chest—the same place Ryan’s crystal had hit earlier. “Gotcha,” Logan said under his breath.

This was our home, our people, and we weren’t going to let it fall, not while I could still stand, not while Elena was still breathing beside me. A blur broke past the warriors and lunged toward Elena—I turned, too slow—and that was when he appeared. Logan. He slammed into the rogue midair, sending both of them crashing to the ground. He looked like hell, face swollen, shirt torn, limping badly, but his eyes were sharp and locked on the enemy. “I didn’t come to steal your mate,” he said without looking at me, blood dripping from his lip, “I came to protect her.”

Relief washed over me when she started coughing, it would be sad if I saw my mate at the time of my life and hours later or days later lost my life. Logan is an unpredictable person, he has been my friend for so long but he is a person who can not be predicted not talking of Jack, the bastards might have a vanishing spirit and he is the most dangerous one among us because he doesn't she his emotions, he is always calm but dangerous. I thank the moon goddess for bringing our princess back even though she is not fully recovered but I hope she will be ok. But how did Logan find the antidote?