Rogue Logan Novels & Stories

The other one went to fight me off his friend, so I fought him too. Logan was fighting a Rogue that was about to bite into one of Olivia’s friends that seemed to be unconscious as her body laid on the ground in a weird position like someone tossed her into the tree. His growls were vicious and they were an actual threat, giving out a warning that he was fighting to kill. He pushed the other wolf away from the unconscious girl, and the two fought with all their strength. Soon, Logan jumped on top of the Rogue and bit down hard into the Rogue’s neck, ripping his throat out.

Also, how did the guards allow a foreigner to roam around the borders for so long without informing anyone? “Where is he from?” “He is a rogue Alpha.” “I see” Logan hummed getting up, he flipped his hair out of his face revealing his slashed eyebrow and then he rested his hands on his waist like a posing model. Gosh this man was a handsome creation “Kill him.” He ordered turning around to leave and I couldn’t help but feel anger, is that the only thing he knows? Killing? A handsome ruthless creation.

“I didn't get to ask him about his pack. I felt it wasn't necessary since we weren't as close as you are to him. But if you don't mind telling me.” “Logan leads the Red Moon Pack,” he replied. “The last time I heard, he just claimed a pack. He's been doing great these few years.” “Don't you think we should ask him for support? The Rogue king will definitely be planning something bigger, we need every support we can get.” He looked at me. “I already did, and he's promised to send help when the time comes. And about the Rogue, you don't have to worry about him. I have something bigger for him too.”

Even those who had turned against him quieted, their eyes drawn to the man they once called Alpha. He let his voice roll, low at first, then sharper. “You would betray me for Rowan? For a man who abandoned you when Zeus came for your throats? For someone who vanished when Wakanda raised his blade and this pack’s blood was nearly spilled?” The noise dimmed. No one dared interrupt. “I bled for you,” Logan growled, his voice like iron. “Every scar on my body is proof of battles fought for White Claw. I stood when enemies tore at our borders. I stood when wolves turned rogue. I stood when death was certain, and I would stand again.”

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

They had added more warriors after my fight with Victoria, but we just don't think it is enough. They have smelt rogues quite a few times, and each time they smell more of them than before. They are for sure growing in numbers which is terrifying and unheard of. We think somehow, Shane may be growing his own pack of rogues. Logan has been doing a great job since my dad officially retired. I hate to admit it, but he was so destined for this position. He is actually a better trainer than my dad was and even the girls have been kicking ass on Monday's. A few of them, including Amber are going to be having evaluations to possibly be added to the border.

“The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.” Lincoln dropped the million-dollar question: “And what do you want from me?” Patrina licked her lips. It was almost like she was nervous. “I can offer you shelter and protection. In exchange... …marry me and by my Alpha.”

“Logan? Can you hear me? We killed all the rouges. We have to return back to the park for the meeting." “Wait. I can smell something." Someone's out there. Alpha Logan said, sniffing. "You know how much I hate rogues. I will not leave until I kill the very last one." He growled out. I could feel my heart beating fast, he could smell me. He knows I'm a rogue and he'll kill me just like he killed the others. I was scared. Thoughts of how he snapped one of the rogue's necks played in my head and I shook my head trying to push it away.

Alpha Jonas of Eldergrove asked him, leaning forward. Carl frown at him, not enjoying being called a fake alpha. Instead of addressing the insult, he said, “We’ve respected these talks are for peace and came here in good faith, but the rogues haven’t.” “How so?” the lycan king demanded. “Yesterday, several rogue soldiers tried to invade the peace talks. It’s obvious they don’t want peace, but war and strife. All they want with these peace talks is to lower our guard so they can hit us harder.”

“Just didn’t think it would happen this fast. If Fenris hadn’t dragged Genevieve to the table, I would’ve breached their gates and burned the place down myself. He tried to use you as a human shield, but the coward was bluffing. Still, we have to play this smart and let the Head Council tear his claim apart first.” I went quiet for a moment, processing everything, before looking up at him. “Something deeply wrong is going on over at the Lunar territory. When I was trapped down in the cells trying to help Shir, I ran into a guy claiming to be a rogue. But the guy smelled like fresh melons and carried himself way too cleanly. His posture, his speech—it was way too polished for a outcast.” Loga