Logan: A Warriors Mc Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

I taunted again. Camila kept laughing. A warrior clenched his fists then pointed his claws at me. “If you’re here to cause trouble, better return!” Return after coming all the way? No way! I cleared my throat. “Let me in peacefully, dear. Because returning is not an option.” I may not have strength to kill Logan but I’d always have spare to beat some warriors’ ass.

He asked "No, what does he call me?" I questioned. "He calls you his warrior Luna," he whispered in his ear. "But you have to keep it between me and you, I will never betray you, not even for Daddy," he added as I laughed. "I want to go for my training now," he announced, requesting I place him down. He waved at me and ran off and I too waved back, until I could no longer see him. "Your highness," they all greeted. "Drop the formalities and go straight to the point, my husband once again left me with so many task, I don't want to waste much time here," I announced.

For one fragile moment, the world felt almost right. Then a savage roar tore through the night. Figures burst from the trees. Logan stormed into the clearing at the head of his warriors, his eyes wild with fury. His broad shoulders heaved as he stared straight at me, at the ring now gleaming on my finger. “Aria!” he bellowed, voice cracking with raw possession. “What the hell have you done?”

The individual paused midway down the aisle, their identity now clear. Dawn utters "Logan." Malachi growled loudly, looked at Dawn, and inquired, "Do you know that person?" "Yes, he is my mate," Dawn tells Malachi, releasing his hands and leaving the stage. She approaches Logan, and they stand facing each other, their wolves feeling a surge of excitement and dancing wildly in their minds. Logan's outfit consisted of black jeans, a red t-shirt, a black hoodie, and tan boots, and his hair was pulled back into a messy bun.

Simon answered, gesturing between himself and Logan. “We graduated together and decided to train to be warriors.” Logan added, speaking for himself. “How about you?” Lana asked. “17, I’ll be 18 next month.” I answered, stirring my fry in the ketchup. Still nervous about coming of age. I was already constantly at battle with my body between this ability and constant stomach flutters. “Oh nice!” Lana said with enthusiasm. “You’ll be able to find your mate.” “She’s obsessed with finding her mate. Don’t mind her.” Adina rolled her eyes.

“We protect the pack. We protect each other.” I notice Casey watch all the warriors present nodding their agreement, still looking uncertain, but there is also curiosity in her eyes. “We protect our pack, and we protect each other.” She repeats the same words as if they were completely alien to her. Logan looked around at all of us. His voice boomed in the air, and I reach out to touch his hand before turning to all those present. And now as the pack's official luna, with my heart thundering wildly in my chest, I announce for the first time.

The other warrior whose skin was lighter than the other said in one breath. The two warriors had successfully gained Joanna's and Micah's attention. Unknowingly, Micah had found his way to the living room while holding a plate of fries mixed with ketchup. "What! Speak clearly! What is going on?" Alasdair cursed under his breath. Only if he could force out the answer from the warriors mouth, he'd have. "Alpha, the thing is, a female rogue is claiming to be your mate and refuses to leave until she sees you," the darkly tanned warrior announced.

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

Victor’s voice boomed with authority: "Before the moon, before the ancestors, before the pack—you bind your souls this night. In love, in loyalty, in duty. Do you accept one another as mate and as bond?" “I do,” Lorraine said, her voice clear and certain. “I do,” Caden answered, steady though his heart echoed another name in silence. The ritual blade was brought forth, its edge gleaming. They each drew a line across their palms, crimson welling before they pressed their hands together. Blood mingled, sealing the pact. A ripple of power surged outward, washing through the clearing as the pack felt the bond begin to form.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.