Emma And Logan Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Should go outside and see for herself or was it safer for her to wait for her husband to return and tell her what the noise was about. When she heard her father-in-law’s voice, asking what was going on, Erin knew she couldn’t just sit in the tent and wait for secondhand feedback about what was happening outside, she had to go and see it for herself. She got off the sleeping mat and ran to the entrance of the tent to lift the flap. To her horror, she saw a pack of strange-looking black werewolves, making a mad dash to the front of the longhouse where the Prime Alpha stood with a bewildered expression on his face. She saw Danshak running after the beasts and then he shapeshifted into a huge gr

I rolled my eyes at the scene in front of me, then I broke the awkward moment by speaking for the first time in a while. "Both Liam and Elisabeth should be in New Orleans by now, and they're both having a witch by their sides. The witch with Elizabeth turns out to be Logan's mate. He is a Lycan like me, not to mention that he's Elizabeth's brother." I explained to the so-called Agatha, and she started panicking. "No! That's not true … There must be something wrong. Evanora can never have…" She gets quiet for a while before she says, "Or she can."

"My daughter... Elle... did you make her too?" The Author’s smile widened. "She was my favorite twist. A child born of two different codes. She’s the bridge to the next world, Hazel. And now, I’m going to use her to write a brand new story. One where I am the king." "No!" I heard a roar from the street. A massive silver wolf crashed through the shop's front window. It was Logan Frost. He was covered in blood, his fur matted and torn, but his yellow eyes were full of a wild, unbreakable rage. He didn't go for the men with guns. He went straight for the Author.

She had asked a question that Logan couldn't even answer when he had his own questions to ask, so it only lurked in the air, while they gave the connection another chance. Camila shut her eyes again and freed herself to Logan Creed. He tweaked his werewolf side and his eyes changed to golden ring-like glowing eyes, stronger and edgy, which only meant that his wolf was trying to protect him. His heart raced. From what? His wolf? He would be damned if the feeling was real because he had never had a sign or any form of connection with his wolf— it was a mere fantasy for him. He pushed himself regardless, but the door opened and the light switch was clicked on.

Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together. And then, one night, she followed him to a secluded spot in the woods, where she saw something that she could never have imagined. Jaxon was not just any ordinary werewolf. He was something else entirely, something dark and dangerous that lurked in the shadows. Luna felt her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him transform, his body contorting and writhing until he was no longer human, but a fierce and savage beast. She knew then that her life would never be the same again, that she was in love with a monster. And as the full moon rose high in the sky, Luna

_______________________________________ We reached a cave and we ducked and I came to face a magnificent city, it was very modernized and everything here was mostly made of Gold, I watched fascinated as people trudged about but was shocked the most at a very far distance close to a forest, people shifted into wolves and I stared at Logan, comprehension dawning on me. “You aren’t human are you?” I asked and Logan shook his head. “I am a werewolf, this is a hidden city for werewolves” he said and I looked at him, my heart melting at seeing his playful smile. “Why bring me here Logan” I asked and he stared at me, seriously. “I want you to be my mate, Amy, I have fallen for you at first sight, s

Jackson replied and they took off after the other wolves. “We need to find Emma, now.” Logan said, the urgency to find her in his voice. Unknown POV He couldn’t believe what he was just told. He sent his wolves to bring her to them and now they were all dead. How she managed to kill them all on her own both baffled and amazed him at the same time. She will make and fierce and commanding queen. Together, they would rule every werewolf pack and every state. They would be unstoppable. It pissed him off that his beta left her mate and his wolves alive. He should have killed them on sight.

Logan and I are like a wolf and sheep arguing over matters of social interaction. I'm the black sheep of the family, and somehow this wolf moves in and starts telling me to do things to please him, but I will not have it. I was also a wolf wearing sheep's clothing because I had to hide from everyone who wanted my head for murder. I was watching Logan walking towards the window. I let out a tired groan, brushing my hair back. I saw the leather jacket on the bed, making me moan. I grabbed it and turned. "Hey, you forgot your-"

While the car ride back with Wills and the conversation in the driveway helped, I was not about to tell Anders that I was fine, when I’m only starting to get there. “Looks like Alpha Geralds family book is the key to helping Wills use her abilities without draining her energy. Plus, I got a text from Dr Gamwell when I parked, the she-wolf is fine, gave birth to a baby girl, also fine. He’s keen to get his hands on Wills to do more healing – which is a problem to solve for another day.” He puts a French press of coffee on the tray along with milk sugar and some mugs, then a plate of cookies, a bowl of nuts and a bowl of grapes on a separate tray that he hands to me.

"Trent, listen to me. Let’s seal the bond tonight. Don’t do it for me, do it for the pack. Do it so our future offspring will have a pack to inherit. Or do you want to be the last Alpha of this pack?” I looked at her, seeing reason in her words for the first time. I tried to reach out to my wolf for support but he retreated to the back of my mind. He refused to accept her. "I can't," I admitted softly. Amelia’s face contorted with pure rage. She opened her mouth to question me, but the sound died in her throat. The temperature in the room plummeted. Everywhere became dark as if someone draped the windows with a thick cloth Amelia leaned closer to me in terror. "Trent..."