Logan Fell Novels & Stories

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

She cleaned the entire house and changed all the previous curtains and bedsheets. Logan got out to the city of Nigra with absolutely no knowledge of what to do. All he’s ever been trained of was how to become the next powerful king of Lichen Lack. He saw some workers doing jobs and he joined them, only to be told their salary and he chickened out as fast as he joined. It was a lot of hard work and very little pay.

“It takes guts to reject Lorenzo outright and walk away with the man of your dreams.” “Stephanie!” Lorenzo's hard slap on the table and his low growl made me jump in my chair.

The members of The Liberated remained on their spot, silent. "Carlos Lemus, huh? The name rhymes. Made you sound like a rapper. Unfortunately, your luck ran out. If it weren't for me, you could actually try that for a career change," Logan said as he picked up the gun from the floor. He turned it in his hands.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

my boss has a life outside this place you know] Before Capri could even say a word Holly was throwing jabs standing up for her boss. She’d made it clear to everyone that If it wasn’t for her boss she would have long left the company. Behind her back she extended her hand to give Capri a five. Like a proud mama Capri slapped her hand and smiled to herself.

Logan had replied with a subtle hint in his voice. That was a few hours ago, after Louve had stormed off angrily. Right now Logan was in the library, alone. He had gone through every single book in the library and nothing was even remotely pointing towards anything to do with rogue pack tattoos. He was tired and frustrated and, most of all, sad.

“What are you doing here? Do you seriously have a death wish? You know what this place is?“ Gorge asked Logan, wiping his face. Logan stretched his full hands in surrender, “Why would I fight with you? I came to offer you a few drinks. Is that considered rude?“ Gorge found it annoying. “Really? Just because you thought I saved your life, you think we are now that close enough to drink together?“ Logan went closer and dropped the drinks on the grass. He stopped in front of Gorge, looking close up. “My lord, why would an old man like me try to do something like that? I just thought I should thank you and also wanted to invite you to a friendly drink.“ Logan explained. “You know how high I am a

“Man, I’m begging you. Give me a pen and I’ll give it right back.” “Logan, man!” his friends yelled from outside. “Give me a pen and I’ll get my friends out of here,” Logan said, then added, “Please.” “Only if you’ll leave with them,” the manager replied. “Of course,” he said innocently. “Here,” the manager slid a pen at him across the counter. “Now, get your friends out of here before I call the cops.” “I love you, too,” Logan said to him sarcastically, then ran over to me and quickly scribbled something down onto my paper bag. “It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you again.”