Logan As Wolverine Novels & Stories

He had succumbed to the darkness that had seeped into the werewolf society, embracing violence as a means to maintain control. One moonlit evening, Jenna found herself surrounded by a pack of Logan's loyal followers. She recognized the malicious glint in their eyes, knowing that their intentions were far from honorable. Logan stepped forward, his once gentle features now twisted with malice. "Ah, Jenna. Always meddling where you don't belong," he sneered. "I should have known you'd find your way here." Jenna stood tall, her voice steady despite the fear that coiled within her. "Logan, this ends now. The suffering you've inflicted upon our own kind—it's unforgivable."

Blood matted his fur in several places, but he moved with terrifying speed and precision. "GO!" Logan shouted, his body contorting as he shifted into his wolf form – a massive russet beast with battle scars crisscrossing his flank. Elena didn't give me a choice this time. She grabbed my arm with supernatural strength and dragged me toward a reinforced door set into the stone wall behind us. The sounds of snarling, tearing, and bodies colliding echoed behind us as Logan's warriors engaged Kieran. "Wait!" I twisted in her grip, catching one last glimpse of the battle. Why won’t anyone tell me what is going on?

"Because all I see now is a traitor." Logan paused, his eyes darting to the woods behind me. I knew then that he wasn't by alone. The Surprise Attack Three more creatures appeared out of the darkness before I could respond, their eyes gleaming with ill intent. Rogues. Logan's voice was anxious as he urged, "Eva, you must go." "Now." "Like hell I will," I snarled as I transformed into a wolf. The rogues struck without notice, moving swiftly and viciously. With all of my might, I retaliated, my claws cutting through flesh and fur.

The bond between him and Snow had flared painfully a moment ago—the sharp sting in his stomach had told him she was in danger. He could feel the silver in her blood. He knew exactly where she was—on the human side. The moment he saw her unconscious body, something inside him snapped. His snarl echoed through the market, sending the humans stumbling back. “A werewolf!” The hunters screamed. Logan didn’t give them time to react. He transformed mid-step, his massive Lycan form tearing through the air. He struck the first man, sending him flying into a wall. His claws ripped through another’s shirt, tossing him like a ragdoll.

Though she hated her new life, a part of her loved the different powers that came with being a vampire. ______________________________________ Logan stood in front of his son and the ice goddess, shielding their body with his. If the beast couldn't be stopped, then they would fight. Right now, Logan knew he was no match for this enraged spirit beast but he had to do something to protect his son. He conjured a lightning saber and prepared for battle.

Maris asked. Logan nodded. "But it isn't that Oberon. We were names after it." "Where-" Maris got cut off by the loud growling of wolves. Brown and dirty werewolves with an unpleasant smell encircled Maris and Logan. "Oh, no." Logan pushed her behind him and snarled, his hand secured on her back. Logan transformed into a big white wolf and one of the rogue's launched at him, sending him to the ground. Fear had a tight grip on Maris as she watched them battle on the ground. Logan bit the neck of the wolf and it yelped.

He didn't really understand, but had heard something about Wolverine. ''The Wolverine Clan is the same as the Jaguar Clan, Tiger Clan, Honey Badger Clan, and Wolf Clan. They are dignified and brave. The Wolverine Clan is only slightly weaker than the Wolf because, unlike the Wolf, who lives in groups. Wolverine is more like a Jaguar, Tiger, or some other large predators that are solitary, a loner. Because their body size is much smaller than other great predators, the echo of their greatness is not more lively. Is that like that Halvir?'' Hans said to confirm his words with Halvir.

I’m glad they grew up to balance each other out. Logan tries for another head slap, just for Landon to dance out of the way. I keep forgetting that these men aren’t human. They’re far more graceful than I expect for their physiques. “That was part of the mating bond, ass! We had no idea what would happen. It could’ve happened to anyone.” I pat Logan’s arm to calm him back down. Apparently getting stuck as your wolf is something to be embarrassed about. Noted.

I wasn't the first Vaewolf, and I highly doubted that I would be the last. "What was so bad about being a mixture of two prominent predators?" I murmured curiously, and my wolf Raksha chuckled along with my vampire Morgana. “They lack the vision of its greatness,” Morgana purred in my mind, and I laughed. The Alpha eyed me incredulously as he held the red glowing brand in his fist. “We will see if you continue to laugh after this scorching metal is pressed against your back flesh.” Wincing, I narrowed my eyes as the skin on my back sizzled. Seeing Devan's eyes widen at me, I swallowed hard and then pinched my mouth so I wouldn't scream from the pain.

His long claws extended, painfully sinking into her skin, one name escaping her lips as she desperately begged for help, “Logan!” My wolf growled, proud that our mate was calling us to save her, but also extremely angered at the male who dared touch her. Why can’t we just kill him? He growled at the back of my mind, practically pushing me to pull her even closer, lightly shaking my head in disapproval at his impulsive temperament. You know we can’t. He is pack. I calmly explained, earning another angered growl from him. He hurt her!