Rogue Logan Novels & Stories

His fists were clenched and blood flowing down from where he had pierced himself with his claws which were popping out. “Rogues are rogues, no matter whether they were newly turned or not, no rogue does not kill, all of them are evil and a lot of blood are on their hands” Silas growled. Levi huddled at a corner, shivering in fear, he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his Alpha had gone mad at a statement he had just made. “I'm sorry sir, I will make sure to keep that in mind” Levi whispered. Silas sighed, running his hands through his hair, tousling the mass of shiny black curls

I decided to focus on my mate and this was a decision that I knew I wasn’t going to regret. Chasing revenge for alpha Jack’s sake was the riskiest thing for me to do because I would have always been afraid that I would eventually get caught. I knew that alpha Jack was very fond of me but that didn’t guarantee me that he would fight for me to be kept alive if I had been caught. He was never going to protect me as well as he would protect any other wolf in his pack if they were in trouble. No matter how much he liked me the fact that I was a rogue was always going to be something that stayed in his mind.

Suarez had appeared along with his knights who had helped in restraining the rogues. “What took you so long?!” Killian couldn't help but complain as he angrily killed off the last rogue who had attacked him. Other than the one who had attacked him, all of them, who were almost five rogues, were refrained by Mr. Suarez's subordinates. Mr. Suarez calmly replied. “There was a sudden error in our security.” “Hack?”

Logan did the same, and we just bore into each other eyes, licking our lips and thinking I'm our heads about what we wanted. Logan wore the Hawaiian sarong skirt part of the Maui costume, shitless revealing his tribal tattoos wearing the necklace that came with the package and his six packs. His hair was loose, and I couldn't help myself think I was actually looking at a god. Although he doesn't have Maui's hair, he looks perfect. Like a cut-out magazine cover. My heart is racing. A cough made Logan and I cringe, reminding us we weren't alone. I felt my face heated to my ears.

“What? Why? They are my parents, and you kept them from me? The fuck, Logan?’ I asked, speeding up to smack him in the arm. He furrowed his brow glancing to his arm then up at me. “If you want to hurt me, Aurelia, you need to hit harder,” he smirked, rolling his eyes. “And it isn’t like I kept them away without reason or to be selfish with you. Until I can be sure, there was no backup plan for the rogues. Till I knew that my pack was truly safe, I couldn’t let anyone enter the city limits. Not even members of the pack that lives elsewhere in the territory could cross into the borders of Mount Hood,” he explained.

I managed to relax, never taking my eyes off Miatta. “Logan! Start talking. I am not in the mood for this sort of nonsense!” Father barked, barely sparing the slaves a second glance. Logan stepped forward, bowed again and stood before his Alpha. His dark hair was his greatest pride and he tied it back away from his face, allowing the locks to fall at his back. A jagged scar above his eyes was revealed as a result, marring his roguish handsome face.

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 might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

“I actually came here to kill you but I don’t think I can go along with it.” That was hilarious. “Believe in yourself though. You might be able to hurt me.” He scoffed, standing with hands akimbo. “There’s trouble in the land, I bet you are aware.” Of course I was. “Who are you to tell me? You’re a rogue, you should easily skip packs…” “Even if I travel to another Kingdom, Logan’s plan to exterminate all werewolfs will get to me.” I hissed. “So rogues wants to join forces with packs to invalidate him?”