Logan As Wolverine Novels & Stories

"Then what are you?" Logan let his palm roll off the door handle. "I'm a werewolf." he scratched behind his head. "Well more like a wolf shifter. Though there was this one time I didn't really shift all the way and I had wolf ears and a tail, I had to hide for hours before it wore off." Trisha however was stuck on his first words. "You admit it?" she whispered. Logan nodded. "I told you, I'm not going to lie to you. I'll never lie to the woman I love." He looked around the room. "I just hope that you can be comfortable here."

Their heads snap in our direction before they all shift to their wolf form. Logan gently sets me down without a word. He stalks towards the enemy like a possessed man and I instantly feel afraid. Logan seems different... Like something has snapped inside of him. Seeing the enemy so close to where Chloe is hidden has awoken a dark side. "I'm going to kill you," Logan snarls and I hold my breath in fear. The front wolf charges Logan instantly. He doesn't wait for his buddies, and Logan growls as he runs toward him too.

I snapped. Logan laughed and folded his arms under his head, using it as a pillow. “It is a full moon, dear sister. Even you, aren't that foolish to trigger my alter ego, we both know he hates you more than I do and he wouldn’t hold back dragging your head off your body, so don’t let me repeat myself. Bring yourself here and suck my cock!” I swallowed my saliva and gritted my teeth with an inaudible growl. Logan always knew how to hurt me, as if insulting my father’s memory and making fun of my mother’s disappearance wasn’t enough, now he was subtly reminding me that I was yet to connect with my wolf.

The door leads to a little shop, seemingly filled with antiques, but like everything else here, there’s a strange aura around it. Logan approaches the cashier and I follow behind him, but I’m too mesmerized by looking around to watch where I’m going. I bump into him when he stops, but he only looks briefly to see if I’ve regained my balance. I clear my throat. His eyes are always so cold that I want to run every time he looks at me. “Nice to see you again, Logan. What do you need?” The man says. “This is my new master, Hazel Ambrose.” He gestures towards me. “But I guess you already knew that,” he adds in a smug tone. “Honestly,” he sighs, “We really do gossip more than humans.”

Who could this rogue be? “I know exactly what I’m dealing with, and you're the one who should be afraid, boy,” he warned as he held out his claws. My wolf was supposed to respond, but still nothing. I felt as though the earth should just swallow me right this instant. He moved closer and leaned to my ear, his voice low and menacing. “I know what you’re planning, and I won’t let you have her.” My eyes narrowed as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I clenched my hands into a fist. “A rogue would always be a rogue, and you should be careful, bodyguard.”

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

Growling, my eyes shoot up to the walls adorned with accolades and emblems of my status within the werewolf council. I felt my hand twitch to reduce them all into a thousand broken pieces, knowing they mean nothing if I don’t become Luna. My mind raced with Logan’s words. “You cannot be luna,” He spat at my face. His words rang in distant echoes inside my mind, a whisper against the raging storm brewing within me. --FLASHBACK—

"You are so easily deceived by your own ambitions that you become unreasonable and unable to control yourself." Logan saw with wide eyes, the troops he thought were his troops, simultaneously transformed into their inner wolves. His original troops were also surprised and unprepared, so without much effort the black, white, and mostly gray wolves who were actually Morgan's troops, were able to paralyze them in an instant and now all surrounded the confused rouges. Leslie tapped Logan's shoulder lightly and removed his mask. "Huh, I'm relieved that I don't have to wear these ridiculous masks anymore."

"I... I am willing to offer resources, Your Majesty. Frostbite has a strong trade network. We can supply your pack with whatever you need, silver, weaponry, food..." Logan slammed his fist on the table, silencing me. "I don’t need your silver or network," he snarled. "I need a virtuous Luna. A strong, capable Luna to give me children who will inherit my power and legacy. Resources mean nothing to me." I bit back a curse, feeling the weight of the room pressing down on me. Logan wasn’t just angry, he was out for blood. And I had nothing to give him. Nothing. He had cleared and stated that he needed nothing from me apart from the benefit of having other Alphas on his side in the hope of creati

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.