Emma And Logan Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Logan's wolf blinded by anger, the very word 'slave' making him see Red. Vera was his and no one can even touch an inch of her skin let alone hurt her. And this psychotic beast? Never! The thought of him hurting his Vera all these years made his attacks backed by rage and anger. Unlike Benjamin's attacks that were laced in sheer techniques. Logan's attacks were violent,even stronger. But Benjamin was easily able to predict them and dodge most of them. Benjamin was wounded, but these wounds heal faster than any werewolf out there. Thanks to the Elysium gift.

As I ducked the swipe of claws from a rogue close to me, I spotted something among the fray, shining in the moonlight. I didn’t have to be told to sense that it was Logan’s wolf. Such a show-off he was with his silver fur remaining spotless as he lunged at the rogue who had tried to hurt me, his amber eyes glowing with murderous intent. My breath hitched and I watched him sink his fangs into the rogue’s jugular, tearing it open with a savage twist. Blood spurted into the sky, splashing and staining his fur before plopping onto the floor.

“So that’s it, then? You claimed me, and that’s all I am to you? Just property you can use and discard as you please?” He gave a frustrated sigh, waving a dismissive hand. “Stop upsetting yourself. It’s not good for you or the child. Get some rest.” A hollow laugh escaped me, harsh and desperate. “Rest? Kael, how am I supposed to rest when I’m carrying a werewolf inside me? This isn’t something I can just ignore!” He narrowed his eyes, his voice cold. “Dozens of humans are mated to werewolves, Emma. Consider yourself lucky that you’re with one, and an alpha, no less.”

“Are you pregnant?” “NOOO! Mom, I am not pregnant! What the…..I just begged you not to interrupt me!” Emma threw her hands up, exasperated. Her mom chuckled. “Okay, okay. Then say what you need to say. These pies aren’t going to make themselves.” Emma took a deep breath. “Okay. There’s something really, really weird in this town, Mom. Like, supernatural weird. There are people here who aren’t actually people. This town has actual werewolves like, the furry, fanged, full-moon kind. There’s a ninety percent chance you see, like, five werewolves every day. You know Tammy and Rakesh? Yeah, they’re werewolves. And Noah? Oh my God, Noah is the worst part. He looked at me all weird one day and said

"You... you're serious?" "Yeah." I swallowed, the words heavy. "We share a bond. Fated mates. That's why you feel it. Why I can't stay away." Emma laughed, but there was no humor in it. “So, you’re telling me I’m... a werewolf?” Her voice dropped as she looked me over, the disbelief thick in the air. “And what? We’re supposed to just... be together? Just like that?”

"You think the Werewolf Council will tolerate such blatant mate theft?" I barked a laugh at this, and suddenly the whole hall was shrouded in darkness, and the video started playing. In that video, all can see that Logan was pounding Emma, ruthlessly. The sound of their moans and grunting filled the room, the sound of slapping skin on skin was evident, and so were their faces. “Stop this video.” Emma shrieked, but all in vain. “You know what the Werewolf Council won’t tolerate more?” I taunted Logan.

That popular trope was the fitting label of their relationship as friends yet not friends. ‘’...I found my mate.’’ I announce to them, and the car remained silent for a moment before Stephanie spoke up. ‘’Really? Congrats, Lena! This is good news!’’ She turns her head to me with a wide grin. ‘’I’ve been wondering how to ask since you’re past eighteen and twenty now.’’ ‘’Congrats, Lena.’’ Logan also offers his congratulations with a small smile. That’s right. These two knew that I am werewolf. To be more accurate, Stephanie is half-werewolf; born to a human and a werewolf, and her mate is Logan, a human boyfriend.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

I hummed. Wallce suddenly collapsed at these words and took a step forward: “Are you asking me what I want ? It's what you want. Do you just forgive her like this ? I really can't stand Shelby anymore. She Why are you being treated and you still don’t understand?” She laughed: “That crocodile 's name is Laura.” I glanced at him: “It's been almost 7 years since I graduated from high school.” When I reached the third floor, I heard voices coming from above. They were very loud, like they were arguing. I slowed down and walked up quietly, wondering whether I should pass by quietly or wait until they calmed down before going back..

“Now, it’s your turn, my sweet innocent lowly she wolf.” The initial concern wrapping around the she wolf’s heart was now replaced with a frightening anger. “You are going to pay for this!” letting her sharp claws out, the she wolf howled into the moonlight. She began to lunge towards the rogue Lycan prince, only for him to dodge her quite easily this time around. She was graceful and agile, but Conall seemed to have regained a different kind of strength right after taking another soul. After a while of dodging her attacks, the Lycan prince managed to catch the she wolf by her arm, eventually swinging her into the air and finally kicking her through the stomach. The poor she wolf didn’t have