Rogue Logan Novels & Stories

Then— A roar. A blur of muscle and rage slammed into the rogue midair, knocking it off course. The two figures hit the ground in a tangle of limbs and rage, and I stared in disbelief as Logan—my husband, Logan—pinned the rogue to the dirt with sheer brute force. He was everywhere at once. His claws tore into the rogue’s chest. His teeth snapped, and his fists rained down blow after blow until the thing stopped moving entirely. Blood soaked his arms. His shirt was shredded. His chest heaved with exertion, and his eyes—those familiar, bright green eyes—locked onto mine.

Aella shoved me back, hands spread like she could somehow shield me. “No!” I screamed, but the word was useless. The rogue lunged, its claws flashing. I stumbled against the shed wall, hands flying to my stomach again, bracing for pain. But it never landed. Logan slammed into it from the side, his teeth sinking into the rogue’s throat with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed, hot and metallic, dotting the dirt. He ripped it down, then shifted back in a blur, his chest heaving, sweat and blood streaking his face.

But I also feel his control, he doesn’t overextend, doesn’t chase, doesn’t let his healing body become a weakness. Good. Because I need him alive more than I need him heroic. I throw myself into the second rogue, teeth catching his shoulder, and we roll in the dust. His claws rake across my flank, not deep, but enough to sting. I shove him off and kick free, then snap at his foreleg. He stumbles. Logan’s wolf barrels past and finishes the disable with one brutal shoulder, check that sends the rogue crashing into the barricade. Our line holds. Then a horn blasts, different tone, lower, cutting through the din. The rogues hesitate. It’s small. A fraction. But it’s real.

Hijack I was talking to Mick about the dead she-wolf and her pup, when I got the call from Hacker that Stellan has been found and is heading to Alphas Yorick and Cyra’s pack lands. I split my screen so I can continue to monitor Beta Squad as they go in to get the dead she-wolf and her pup. It’s unlikely, but perhaps Luna Yara can find something to tell us who killed them. If so, we’ll hunt them down until we catch them.

This isnt going to be a good talk. Logan get up from his chair walks to me and places his hand at the small of my back and it sends me chills. We walk to his chair and he has me sit on his lap with his hand s on my waist. "I asked everone here because we have important matters to discuss. As you all know rogues have been trying to get into our territory. The guards captured a rogue today and they found a letter that dropped from his pocket." he pulls the letter out and starts reading it to everyone.

I don’t know who they are or what their deal is, but with how my dad acted towards them like he’s scared and threatened, tells me there’s something going on my dad wouldn’t tell me. “But there is one thing I’d like to know,” Logan says, making me snap up and look right into his eyes. “What is that?” Logan watched me for a couple of seconds, then took a step towards me. I step back. “What did you do to that wolf?” I blink at him, my brows knit. ------- “Are you sure no one saw us walk in?” I whisper to him as we make our way down the dark staircase that would lead us to him. Half an hour ago, Logan told me how during the fight, he had noticed one of the rogues actually trying to protect me. I

We usually hunt rogue's together but the thought that I went alone made him feel left behind. Maybe I should just agree that I went hunting rogues. At least, it will get his annoying face out of here and I can be left alone for a while to enjoy the fragrance she left on my shirt. But I need help in getting her back. Logan is good in this aspect " Yes rogue" I replied " And you came with nothing? " He asked again and I could see that he had seen through my lies. " She's a rogue in another pack," I said and the expression on his face told me he had understand what I'm saying.

Data purged. Logan didn't wait for Mark's order. Seeing the game was entirely lost, he dropped Leo onto the deck and lunged toward the side rail, intending to jump into the dark river to escape the approaching police boats. But he didn't make it to the rail. A sharp, violent crack sounded from the shadow of the cargo cranes behind him. Logan gasped, his body jerking forward before he collapsed face-first onto the steel deck. Standing in the shadow of the crane, holding a high-caliber sniper rifle with a smoking barrel, was Julian.

“Damien is currently on vacation in the human world with his Luna and his children. The packhouse is empty as we speak.” She expected to see some excitement or receive some commendation from Alexander but both men sat there staring at her. Had she said something wrong? “How is that good news?” Alejandro stared at her as if she had crawled out from under a rock. “Even if we attacked his pack without him being present, we won't stand a change against his warriors. They are specialized in many areas of physical combat and the mountain rogues were our only hope of defeating them. If even them could not succeed, it is not worth trying.”

Mmm this is good. "not everyone is a rogue by choice, maybe you should all be more understanding at how people want to love and not kill them when they have done nothing wrong." "Still hung up on the fact we killed your mother hun?" "of course I am!" I shout, "she was the only person I have ever had and you guys kill her without a second thought. How could I not be mad about that?" liam shrugs, unfazed. "She was in the way and we always kill any rogue we see. It wasn't personal."