Rogue Logan Novels & Stories

Luke didn’t stop looking at each of them so intensely as he continued, “The rogue attack is drawing closer and closer to our boundaries.” “And we are prepared,” one of the elders replied. Luke shook his head, frowning a bit, “Are you sure about this? How ready?” he replied. The elders knew he had lost his dad to a rogue attack in a neighbouring pack, in which his dad’s friend was alpha and he had gone to assist them. Since then, their pack had been on consistent alert and guarding. No rogue was let to go free, as they could be a spy.

he murmured, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I sat back, wiped my face, and looked at him. Relief started to give way to anger. "Tell me what happened to you,” I said. "I was almost here when my tire blew. I barely managed to stop the car without crashing. When I got out, rogues swarmed me. They came out of the tree line all at once, dozens of them, mad ones, more than I've ever seen,” Logan said. “You went alone?” I asked. "Of course not. You know I am not that reckless,” Logan answered. “I went with my warriors. I lost all of them. They took bites that were meant for me. Then, I had to fight to put them out of their misery when they turned.”

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

He bluntly replied, then came closer to us, trying to grab my arm and drag me away, but got stopped in his tracks by Marcus’s sudden appearance. “What’s happening here?” Marcus asked, walking down the stairs, fixing his tie, coldly gazing upon us. Crap...we’re so fucked... “Nothing important.” Logan answered, looking at him totally relaxed, making me stare at him, surprised. Did he just try to cover for us? His eyes then landed on Kara and his glare suddenly changed in a rather concerned look. “Baby, what are you doing here all wet?” He then asked Kara, walking straight to her.

Logan stepped forward, his gaze locking onto the rogue's. "Who are you working for?" Logan demanded. "What do they want?" The rogue sneered. "You'll never find out. By the time you do, it will be too late." Logan's patience snapped. With a swift motion, he grabbed the rogue by the throat, lifting him off the ground. "Tell me, or I will make you regret ever setting foot in my territory." The rogue's eyes bulged, and he gasped for breath. "You think killing me will change anything? There are more of us, and we're coming for you. For your pack. For your precious Luna."

in his Alpha voice. “I will never tell you I rather die before giving in,” The rouge said as he spat at William. "It's your funeral," William declared, then spent hours inflicting pain on the rogue through punching, stabbing, and whipping him with a silver whip. The rogue refused to surrender. “This fucker is tough as nails,” William said wiping blood and sweat from his face. "Son, I believe it's my turn to take over," Logan stated. "You've beaten this scumbag within an inch of his life; it's time for a replacement." Logan mind-linked a guard, and shortly after, guards entered with a new man.

Logan even bragged about how easily his rogues could take a werewolves life. “If you see them in action, you'd think they are a mean green killing machine.” He puffed before my sister and Thomas. “So how many lives do you think they'd be able to take?” Thomas questioned in surprise. Logan shrugged, he picked a grapefruit and then tossed it into his mouth, crushing it like it was a life with just one bite. “Maybe five thousand, depending on how many rogues you want there.” Sarah exchanged glances with Thomas. They had a cruel laugh, and then they both turned to Logan with a loud chorus, “Release as many as you can.”

This was our home, our people, and we weren’t going to let it fall, not while I could still stand, not while Elena was still breathing beside me. A blur broke past the warriors and lunged toward Elena—I turned, too slow—and that was when he appeared. Logan. He slammed into the rogue midair, sending both of them crashing to the ground. He looked like hell, face swollen, shirt torn, limping badly, but his eyes were sharp and locked on the enemy. “I didn’t come to steal your mate,” he said without looking at me, blood dripping from his lip, “I came to protect her.”

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve