Storm And Logan Novels & Stories

“He was music… and I was just a dead speaker.” Luca groaned. “You’re not even making sense. What kind of speaker? What are you saying?” “I gave him everything. The map. The keys. The compass.” Logan’s voice trembled. “And he still chose the storm.” “Dude… is this a riddle or a TED Talk?” Luca muttered. Logan stared up at the flashing chandelier. “You ever hold lightning, Luca? Bare-handed? And smile through the burn?” “No… but it sounds like something that’ll kill me,” Luca said with dry sarcasm.

His muscles tensed, and before I could react, he stormed toward me, his hand swinging with brutal force. I did not see that coming. How could I? Barrak never laid a hand on me, at least not purposely. The world spun as the impact sent me crashing to the ground. Pain exploded in my head, and as darkness swallowed me, my last thoughts were of Logan. I should have called him, didn’t I? That was the last question in my mind before everything turned pitch-black. Logan’s POV: I headed to my office, where I could think without distractions. The moment I stepped in, a low growl escaped my lips. My wolf was restless, agitated. He sensed it too—something was off.

Thunder rumbled outside, right on cue. She flinched and threw herself into his arms. "I'm scared. It's storming. It might get really bad tonight. Can I just stay?" She pressed herself against him on purpose. He had turned her down countless times before, but tonight, she had gone this far. She was sure no man could resist her now. "Storm…" Logan murmured the word under his breath. And then, something snapped in his mind. Memories flooded back, tangled and sharp.

His body tensed at my sudden question and I swore his eyes glowed wildly, like his wolf was about to jump out forcefully. It was obvious he hadn't healed from the pain. “It's fine. He is long dead.” He replied coldly. His body shifted uncomfortably as his heart began to race. His fingers tapped uncontrollably against his body and his breath turned jagged. “Tell me,” I pestered, refusing to back down. A low groan escaped his lips. “His name is Logan Storm.” I almost collapsed in shock as the familiar rang in my ears like an old cathedral bell.

He said before storming out of the office. Logan swallowed hard, hating how much Jovy's discussion causes a rift between himself and Kyrian. There is no way he would let anyone force him into accepting Jovy or play soft towards her. He feels she is deserving of whatever treatment he dishes out to her. Not going home and letting her feel the heat of his detest for her was all intentional to make her stay far away from him. Might be called wicked but Logan doesn't care about what anyone says. Feeling uncomfortable in the seat, Logan stood up and made his way out of the office. Getting in his car, he drove through the streets like a maniac as his wolf craved for the smell of the woods and some

The humiliation of the photos, the betrayal of the ruse—it was all secondary to the crushing, absolute reality of the Mate Bond. When the storm finally subsided, I was utterly spent, leaning heavily into his strength, my hands now gripping his shoulders not in resistance, but in desperate support. My teeth had receded, my vision cleared, and the internal noise was silenced. Damian held me close, pulling me against his damp skin, his heartbeat a steady, powerful drum against my ear. “Your rage is a tool, Logan,” he whispered, his voice rough but final. “You will not waste it on my public games. You will use it to hunt the man who murdered your parents. Now, you are stable. Now, you are ready.

We all get into the car. The run was amazing feeling the wind blow through my fur is the most amazing feeling even though I'm covered in mud, but I don't mind. My brother and Sky never made it to the top they were spending their time making out once they were alone, so they never made it to the top of wicked falls. Well, that's just too bad for them, but there will always be next time now that Sky is a part of the family. I never really had a girlfriend hoping that Sky and I can become great friends.

He clamped a hand firmly over Lyon’s lean, elegant hip— "and the way you handle us... you know, we just might." Logan gave him one final, possessive kiss before standing and stretching his powerful frame. He wore a smile of pure triumph, as if he had just secured the championship for the Stormbreakers. Perhaps he had; Lyon had just voiced a desire for a future with him, even if it was born from the white-hot intensity of the moment. "I’m going to secure some ice, sweetheart. Your temperature is off the charts. A chilled drink wouldn't be the worst thing right now, would it?"

The door to the room opens and Lexi takes me in her arms as uncontrolled sobs escape my lips. She guides me through the sea of officers to a private room and helps me sit down. She gets me a glass of water and I drink it with shaky hands. "We got everything on recording Anita," she says in a soothing tone and I nod vigorously. A rumble of thunder makes me jump. Lexi leads me to a different room, the stations shooting range. She grabs a set of headphones as more thunder makes me cling to her waist, shaking with fear. Moments later I feel the headphones placed over my ears and the deafening sound of the storm is muffled.

“I like a man who listens.” “Get on with this, or I’ll throw you out of here right now, to hell with the consequences.” Maybe Dawn held many of the cards right now, but Logan was no pushover. He was not about to let himself be disrespected like this. Logan was a man of power and high-breeding. He’d find a way to survive any storm Dawn tried to send his way. In fact, he’d bring a hurricane of his own. He might have lost Dylan as his lead lawyer, but he had others. Many, many others, who were all good at their jobs.