How Old Was Logan Lerman In Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Once all the students had left the classroom, Daphne reluctantly followed Logan. Logan was 50 years old, and the hair at his temples was completely white. On their way, they met several people who greeted Logan politely. However, the moment they entered Logan's private office, his smile vanished. He gestured for Daphne to sit in one of the chairs. The 19-year-old Daphne, still a junior, slowly took her seat. Her legs trembled slightly with fear.

I exclaim, my hands on my hips. Logan glances at me, looking slightly guilty as he sets the girls down and tells them to go change. I feel Ryan come up behind me as Logan runs his hand over his freshly shaven face. “Uh, an hour ago.” “He just dropped in,” Ryan says with a hint of amusement in his voice. Logan purses his lips as he looks down at me, his eyes shining with guilt. At twenty-two, he’s finally grown out of his boyish looks and his lanky frame. He’s a man now. Tall, muscular, and scarred.

“ What are you doing?” Logan looked at the figure in the hood and shouted loudly, he knew he shouldn’t have but he was young and hot-blooded. Instead of darting around and looking for adults, he rushed towards the figure and as he got closer he realised that it was his uncle and in his arms was the red-haired witch. He was hugging her close as if trying to protect her, she looked so small in Jordan’s arms that Logan thought that she was only ten when he knew that she was around thirteen or fourteen.

If only. Logan shifted back and sat with his arms wrapped around his legs. He gazed at the Power Rangers cake and smiled wistfully. He was sure that his brother's tastes would have changed at fourteen like any other boy- he wouldn't want his childhood favourite Power Rangers cake. But then again, he believed that his brother would always secretly like that despite of growing older. After all, he had been fourteen once too and knew how boys were that age- full of hormones, exploding energy and trying to act way cooler than their age.

"Actually, it is almost lunchtime. Why don't you join me?" "Just like the old times." He says and places his hand on his heart to show how touched he is. "Hey, I'm only 18! And we are still best friends, so don't you forget that. And we didn't hang out together that long ago." "But it feels like it." Logan looks at me with a pout and with fake tears in his eyes. He is such a drama queen. "Are you sure you didn't want to do acting instead?" We look at each other and start laughing. We both know that wouldn't have worked out for him.

Arabella asks, her mouth wide agape. "No, 6. Jordan already turned 12 four months ago while Logan will be turning 18 next year," Dante replies. "Why did you keep it a secret from everyone?" I ask Dante, whose expression remains blank. "Logan is a twin, but not with Jordan. His twin died at 6." Wait... Dante actually had three kids? This won't be as easy as I think.

he asked softly, trying to mask his need from his voice. Hera frowned. 'Will he kill me after I tell him my age?' She wondered. But his gentle touch made her believe that he won't. "18" she whispered. Logan sighed with relief. She is not a kid, but still much younger than him. He is 25 and he should not be lusting over a teenager. Despite his good intentions, he couldn't move away from her. Slowly he began to wash her hair. Her closed forest green eyes and her smooth blemish-free skin, her unique scent. Everything made him lose himself for a second. He moved closer to her lips, with every intention to taste those delectable plump lips. A bird chirped from a nearby branch, breaking him from h

Through the wall, I could hear congratulatory remarks and joyous welcomes seemingly directed at Logan. From what I could hear, it sounded like Logan had just gotten home from a boarding school for young alphas or anyone who tested dominant enough to get in. This made him a bit older than I had initially thought, closer to 18 than 15. He had learned everything he needed to know there and now was home to train under his father to take the mantle of Alpha when the time came.

“Aunt Virginia helped me a lot when my dad passed away. She was such a nice lady.” “How old were you when you’re dad died, Nathan?” Logan asked. “I was 14 years old,” I replied. “Not that much older than you. You’re birthday is next week, right?” “Yes,” Logan sighed. “I understand if you don’t want to celebrate, but I was thinking maybe we could go to the Rangers game before you head back to school. What do you think?” I questioned. “That would be cool AF,” Logan responded. I laughed. “Don’t talk like that in front of Amelie, Logan,” Zander said. “You’ll get the mom voice telling you off.”

"Do you really have to be so perfect?" Logan grinned up at her. "You think I'm perfect?" Trisha sighed and rolled her eyes. "You look perfect at least, but anyone spending time with you learns that's not the case. You act like a high-schooler with his first crush." Logan pouted. "I'm not a teenager, I just really like you." He tilted his head back. "If we ever get to spend some serious time alone, I can show you how much not like a kid I am."