Rogue Logan Novels & Stories

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

, Marlow said solemnly. “Alpha Christian Xavier, you have plotted against your people to destroy the harmony we've built over the years. You have been careless with our peace and most especially our safety. And for that I hereby banished you and everybody who chooses to follow you. You're never to return unless you undo what has been done!” He was now a Rogue wolf!

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”

The rogue Alpha, the moment I thought of him, I snapped and got up but the adrenaline shot through me and forced me back on the floor. In front of me was a fire that was almost getting off due to drizzling rain. There was a lake in front of me and I was laying just beside it. Where was he ? Did I help him escape and he abandoned me. Ignoring the pain shooting through me at this moment , I forced myself to stand up and when I did I turned and there he was sitting on a log of wood with a horse beside him. A horse, he was a wolf last night , what does he want with a horse?

Even in a world as dangerous as ours, moments like this were worth holding on to. The bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing, throwing flickering light over the faces of my team. Laughter echoed through the night, mixing with the scent of roasted meat and the earthy aroma of the forest. I leaned against a tree at the edge of the gathering, observing the rare sight of my rogues letting their guard down. Darius appeared beside me, his movements quiet but purposeful as always. “You’re not joining them?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Probably, it was due to Logan's saving grace when he had almost lost his life at age ten while trying to wander around the woods thinking he would shift early just like every other person. Some rogues had been tormenting the woods of the Mystic Shadow Fortress at that time and Arlo in his usual naughty self had sneaked out without anyone knowing. He was almost about to get life snuffed out of him when Logan showed up from nowhere and had brought every rogue down. Despite getting a deep scar that didn't quite heal on time, Logan made him promise to not tell Kyrian knowing how much fuss he would throw. Arlo couldn't get over it and had since loved Logan more. It had hurt when Logan had insiste

"Grief makes us do crazy things sometimes. But this...this is wrong. Do you even know Grog or his pack? Do you know what he's capable of? He's out for blood, Logan. Do you understand what that means? He'll kill anyone and everyone you've ever thought about." "Not if they cooperate." His hands slide down my shoulders a little almost reaching my elbows. I start to move back until I see a black shadow step out of the trees a few feet from us. His presence alone tells me exactly who he is even though I have never seen the person before. He is dark. Brooding. And powerful. Grog "Out for blood," He quotes me in a husky voice. "My my. It's seems my reputation has preceded me."

I sighed, just getting a head ached immediately. I did not even know where to begin with him. Logan had formed a task team to go and hunt the rogues that had been attacking the packs and take revenge on his parents. We had not thought of how deep his anger was. He killed all rogues no matter how old, even the innocent ones. His goal was to extinguish them and he had won.