Logan As Wolverine Novels & Stories

Rula observed her surroundings. Xabar nodded his head. "You're right, Luna. We all built Giaberld as neutral territory, Luna." "You can call me Rula Whitney." Rula refused when Luna's nickname was continuously applied to her. "I've given up my position as Luna." Xabar had a smile on his lips. "For Therians or any other werewolf pack, you are still Luna." Rula frowned, astonished. "The Grimmwolf shield pinnacle prophecy has pointed to you. Your name has been engraved as Luna," Xabar explained. " The situation made you remove your name, but you are still Luna to us."

IZER Defeating Cadamus—the infamous dog and not a wolf was not that hard. My wolves had fun with his minions, Valerie toyed with his son and I played with him well. His agony was prolonged. At some point, he even shot energy balls at me which he must have thought was legendary but it was nothing I had not seen before.

He watches as the rogues seem to work together and actually manage to separate them. Unfortunately, with his eyes on his Alpha and Luna, he didn’t see the rogue come up next to him. Raphael moves just as the rogue swipes his claws slashing them down his side. However, made the rogue real close and allowed Raphael to follow his movements and then wraps and rips out the rogue's throat.

The number of wolves that would be dead would number into millions if not tens of millions. ‘No matter how crazy Lana was, we were talking about millions of lives, she would not do such a thing, right?’ Logan said nothing, his face pale dead as a ghost. He stood up, wiped the blood on his face and calmly reverted back into his main form which he got beaten out of. If his human form was battered, his main wolf form had not an intact piece of fur left. He looked like a mangled wolf that would soon give up the ghost. I desperately wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that he had done enough. To let him know that mother would not want him to die here but I couldn't.

My chest lets out a bitter, mocking laugh. "Completely the opposite. My vanguard arrived to offer your life-force a final escape path. Whether your claws grasp the lifeline or reject the offer depends entirely upon your own logic." Logan remains completely unfazed, his aura radiating dominant power. "Logan, what deeper submission do your claws demand from my flesh? My spirit harbors zero desire to play additional strategic games with your empire." My system is utterly exhausted, my internal wolf down to its final drop of energy.

she says, leaving me having mixed feelings at her level of kindness. I step out and close the door, and true to her words, I couldn't see the car, but I can touch it when I stretch my hand. I have taken a few steps when I see a black wolf run into the forest. Following behind him was a gray wolf. Logan's wolf. Goddess, I was right all along. He had a hand in the rogue attacks. How did he become like this? I ponder, shifting into silver, and going after them.

“Aurora left Left Green Woods with the fetus she got from Layla, only Maverick is there.” “What?!” Both Ferix and Vincent exclaimed. They knew the dangers now, Maverick was a werewolf and the Left Green Woods greatly favored the witches’ species, he was in danger! No matter how great the power of a lycan is, in that place, there was no way he would be able to fight the sages alone. “This is getting out of hand,” Vincent muttered. “No!” Ferix exclaimed so loud that both Carly and Vincent flinched. He turned to leave but Vincent was fast enough to catch him.

I see him watching Eloise with curiosity through his gaze, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Logan’s eyes flickered with suspicion, “None of this is damn normal,” I furrow my brows at him. “What are you insinuating, Logan?” He looks at me. “I was there. I fought the rogues. This wolf had purple eyes.” My brows furrow tighter. If that was the case, then Walter should have been dead. Purple eyes indicate the rogue has gone completely feral. At this point, they are beyond saving. So how the fuck is this possible?

I inwardly hissed. My wolf remained shut, keeping her posture still with her head moving around. Hope was slowly vanishing from me when a tweaking noise from a warp twig echoed through the quiet and solemn bottomless pit. I found him slowly making his way not very far from my place. He’s too stupid to even step on a twig while on his escape. Logan was making his way to go past a shallow lake. That’s when I took the chance and, while we were both still in our wolf form, I pounced at him. He lost balance, making us both fall off the water.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.