How Old Was Logan Lerman In Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Logan grumbled as I was suddenly off my feet and carried on his back. I’m sure it’s a comical sight as I’m 6’3” to his 5’5”. Hearing André snicker behind me confirmed my suspicion. I rolled my eyes and tried to get out of this embarrassing situation. But I’m not strong enough, at least not right now, to get out of Logan’s grip. “Alec, can you portal us with your shadows to Persephone? Lock in on her through your pack or family link?” Logan turned his head, ignoring the laughter of André and my feeble attempts to walk like a grown-up.

“And?” “She ran toward me,” I continued, the memory flashing behind my eyes—her small frame darting forward, her voice desperate. “She tried to stop him. She chose me.” A beat of silence. Then Logan exhaled, slow and heavy. “Kid’s got guts. I’ll give her that.” A dry, humorless laugh scraped my throat. “She’s fifteen, Logan.” “And she’s your mate,” he shot back, voice sharpening. “Age doesn’t change that. You think Jackson doesn’t know it too? That’s why he’s so goddamn pissed.”

Ten years later. Irina's POV "I'm here mom, let's get it over with." Logan rolls his purple eyes at me as he settles in a chair. It was his eighteenth birthday and just like Damien and I had promised all those years ago, we never missed a birthday. The older he got, the more he looked like Damien, he had filled out quite well and was no longer a skinny kid, spending alot of his free time in the gym or training. Or rather, he was constantly training, like he was preparing himself for something.

Damien said. “Oh, they are Logan's younger brothers, Leo and Lucas.” “Oh, are they adults already?” Daniel asked. “No, they are kids, they should be ten years old by now right?” Lydia asked Logan and he nodded. “Great, let us meet them. I hope they have amazing hair.” Danielle giggled. “They do, especially Leo.” Lydia said. “Wow, I can't wait to touch it.” “He doesn't like it.” Logan said and Daniel laughed. Logan suddenly got a call and he sighed.

Audrey's POV Logan and I got in the car and followed the guard to the borders, I didn’t have the greatest memories of that area but I pushed everything backward and when we got there we found a young boy probably in his 18,19s he seemed pretty beat up, like life hadn’t dealt him the nicest hand, he was pinned to the ground by one of the guards and when he saw me he squirmed happily in what I assumed was an attempt to acknowledge my presence.

You couldn’t keep up to me, my friend, he thought to himself. “Are you going to pursue her?” Jason's brows went up in question. Lucas spared him a glance. “I don't wish to” I haven’t a choice. He thought to himself. Jason smiled knowingly. He didn't have to be a mind reader to know Lucas. “How old do you think she is?” Lucas thought for a moment, “Eighteen…nineteen at the most.” “That is very young Lucas.” Of course, compared to Luca's seven hundred years, everyone was young.

But I got none of that. No side eye. No judgemental look. No ridiculous comment. Instead his smile spreads, eyes narrowing at me. “I'd love to see him.” “I'm sure he'd be as excited,” “How old is he?” “A little over four,” “Nice,” he lets out. “My sister has a daughter just about his age,” And just like that we fall back into our small talk. Logan keeps staring at me like he's afraid I'd run if he takes his eyes off me.

I smiled taking his hand. We had sneaked out from the celebration to go our separate way. It was nearly 10:30 in the evening. In just an hour and a half, Logan was going to be officially 18 years old. I wanted to have the privilege to be the first one to say happy birthday to him.

“How did you get this? You didn’t give me a fake, did you?” The corner of my mouth twitched. Before I could answer, a lazy voice cut in. “It’s not fake.” Logan strolled past us, crunching loudly on a bag of chips. He was wearing the ridiculous cartoon pajamas I’d bought for Jackson. It was far too small for him and his golden hair was a complete mess, sticking out like a startled bird’s nest. Only his mouth was visible beneath the chaos. “I stole it from my grandpa,” he added casually.

Zach played on her hair and smiled. "We will perform. Don't worry." "Thanks, Zach." She excitedly went back to the table and Kathleen was frowning. Another gorgeous guy came in a suit and his messy hair. He looked at Zach's direction and Rhian's eyes twinkled. Percy Pattinson. Zach's younger brother is the same age as Andy. Well, Zach was two years older than Andy. He's thirty and looks younger than his age. But Percy has that baby face and bad guy look. Still handsome.