Wolverine Logan James Howlett Novels & Stories

He wouldn't let it slide that easily. Logan pulled at his hair, pacing the large living room back and forth. It would have been fair if he only harbors hatred at the sight of Jovy. However, his wolf has chosen to let its desires consume it. How does one yearn and hate someone at the same time? Logan let out a loud yell that startled Kyrian. "She is going to ruin my years of hard work! All for what? How is it my fault that she was unlovable?!” He lamented.

My forehead presses against the wet tiles as my hand movements quicken. Ah- yes. Sweet release. I collapsed against the wet tiles and spilt my juices out, tears flowing down my eyes. Logan turns his head, shaking it. He thinks he is too full of class to stoop so low as to please himself- not that he could but he never misses the opportunity to tell me this. The wolf- an animal who moves on instinct to maul everything to death is lecturing me, on class.

I move out of the way, still not sure exactly what happened. Or what didn’t. And I can’t help the sinking feeling that I just fucked up any sort of chance I had with Logan. * “Can you believe that guy?” I narrow my eyes, watching James reach across the table and take the pretty, young blonde’s hand. “What’s wrong with him?” Owen asks, looking up from the bar. Logan has kept himself busy doing anything he can that involves avoiding me. “He has a wife. And that is not her.” “What an ass.”

Logan commanded. "Oh, the cave!" He laughed a raspy laugh that sounded a lot like a snake hissing. "That has been my hideout for so many months now. The only reason nobody in this pack has ever discovered the cave is that nobody can! Only those who have the tattoo, and those in whose veins flow the blood of the Rogue Pack can see or enter the cave. That was why Logan was able to see and enter, because his mom was a Rogue Wolf, and his mother's blood runs in his veins."

If Logan was proposing then I would be the main source of attention and the happiest woman here, I smiled at him. “Yes” I said, and Logan smiled Logan looked pleased and led me to a towering building that almost looked like the ‘White House’ werewolves guards stiffened to attention as Logan passed, it seemed as if Logan had some sort of rank, or could he be the……………. “Alpha!” A voice called, and I bristled, so Logan was an alpha, he acted so normal. “Frost” Logan said grinning and I turned to see a young werewolf boy, he grinned at Logan.

My breathing became shallow, and I felt a sensation of hopelessness rush over me as Logan stood immobile, his fists clenched. "Let me know if you want to witness her demise," said Xavier, his voice dripping with venom. "I'd take her whatever." Logan's metamorphosis was near, his eyes flashing with rage and misery, his claws growing longer. But Xavier quickly let go of my neck and shot two silver bullets into Logan's arm, forcing him to yell in pain. I regained my breath at that point, but I was in shock, my heart thumping against my chest. As I approached Logan's wounds, Xavier stopped me, stopping me from reaching him.

"What's your name?" "Logan, Miss." "You can call me Zay." "I know who you are." His voice was wavering, his eyes continuously going back towards the loud growling. "Everyone knows who you are. You're the Alpha's healer." "Alpha Xavier and I are friends, that much is true." "So you don't have an office in the pack house?" "Well, yes but-" A loud growl came with a crashing and a flurry of snow. Zay pushed Logan back, staggering together in the snow. The rogue shook itself as it rose from the ground.

"Then what are you?" Logan let his palm roll off the door handle. "I'm a werewolf." he scratched behind his head. "Well more like a wolf shifter. Though there was this one time I didn't really shift all the way and I had wolf ears and a tail, I had to hide for hours before it wore off." Trisha however was stuck on his first words. "You admit it?" she whispered. Logan nodded. "I told you, I'm not going to lie to you. I'll never lie to the woman I love." He looked around the room. "I just hope that you can be comfortable here."

“L-logan! Thank goodness! I… I was already surrendering, and s-she… she just attacked me. She said I… I s-stole you from h-her…” I looked in shock while laying sideways on the floor in my wolf form as I watched Violet struggle to stand before letting herself fall into my husband’s arms. “Morana, stop! How can you be so cruel? She’s untrained, unlike you!” Logan’s fangs were showing under his lips, and his nails were already elongated into claws. Raising my head, pain cursed in me, and I saw hatred in his eyes. And the worst part about it… he’s eyes didn’t even change colors.

Logan didn’t waste any time—he immediately took charge, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. “Step back,” he ordered, his voice calm but authoritative. The medical staff hesitated for a split second, then complied, giving Logan the space he needed to work. Logan’s abilities were something of a legend. As a medic alpha, he had the power to heal in ways that defied explanation, combining his innate talents with the precision of modern surgical tools. I’d seen him perform miracles before, but this was different. This was my sister lying on that table, her life slipping away with every passing moment.