Rogue Logan Novels & Stories

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

I turned to walk away. His jaw ticked. "You're not competing." I blinked. "Excuse me?" "You heard me. I'm not putting a rogue with a few days of rusty practice up against wolves who've trained their whole lives, representing my pack, in front of packs I have alliances with." Heat crawled up my neck. "I'm not just some rogue you found in the woods. I was raised to lead a pack. My father trained me ever since I was young." “That was a lifetime ago,” he sneered, looking down at me. "Out here you're just a rogue who’s out of practice. I'm not risking my pack's name on—"

The choice of words as well as tone was already turning heads towards the both of us and it was quickly becoming embarrassing. “You’re right, but I just need to ask, do you have a plan in place against the rogues?” I probed, with whatever little patience was left inside me. “It is within my right to ask,” I reminded him, before he shot another undue response at me. “Rogues are not a problem to the pack right now,” Logan casually responded. “But they have been before. Very recently. Which means they could actually become one again and maybe even soon. One can never be too prepared,” I argued calmly.

" I'm not so sure about that. They attacked you last time and your wound didn't heal quickly. It doesn't matter if you can fight them back, we still need to get out of here. It's no longer safe anymore. He looked at me for a while, confusion apparent on his face but stood up anyway. We hurried out of the cabin, getting onto the road but it was still empty as it was just early in the morning. I immediately regretted not renting a car. We'd barely made it anywhere when we were double crossed by a van, screeching to a stop in front of us. I jumped but Jonas body steadied me. The doors opened and the scrawny man I had met yesterday stepped out. " Trying to run away?" He asked, an evil glint in h

Maverick’s voice cut through Logan’s mind as he mindlinked him mid-battle. Logan, who was locked in combat with a rogue, stiffened slightly at the words. Monica? Questions rose in his mind, but there was no time to ask them. “Understood, Alpha,” Logan replied through the link. With a feral snarl, he lunged forward, his claws slashing upward as he drove them straight into the eyes of an approaching rogue. The beast howled in agony. Logan didn’t hesitate. He twisted his claws deeper, tearing through flesh before ripping them out as blood splattering across his fur. The metallic scent only fueled his aggression.

Best if he spared her the pain of witnessing it. Lennox stormed out of the blacksmith shop, clearly aware that he was too late. Brock stepped out of the doorway of the stables. Jonathan St. Laurent, one of Lennox's friends, was the first to see him. He whistled sharply with his fingers, drawing the attention of the others. Within seconds, Brock was surrounded by the League of Rogues. "Youbloody bastard!" Lennox bellowed and dove at Brock, slamming him against the outside wall of the stable. He grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. Brock was beginning to wonder if every encounter with Lennox was going to end in a fight from now on.

By lunch came about I grabbed my phone and made a call to cancel our lunch plans. “Hey babe, I am sorry but I am on my way back from the rogue camp. The smell down there is terrible. They were right, it's like a month-old rotting flesh and dead fish. I think the Blackblood Pack and their loyal following idiots have been trying to get the rogues to move back off protected land. Dumbasses just want to hunt them down.” I said annoyed. “I haven’t smelt any of that up our way.” He said confusedly why only the smell would be down the hill from the main compound?

“I am proud to be her brother. Hell, I would be proud if I was just her friend. She is amazing.” “She is.” Logan said softly. “You helped her become amazing, so you don’t have anything to worry about. Your son will be amazing as well.” Logan was right. He would be amazing. I would love him endlessly, and I would make sure that he would be happy and safe. “Drake called.” Logan said, changing the subject. “He has some trouble with the rogues.” My heart raced. Rogues? The same ones who were working for that fucker? The same ones who helped Samuel?