Wolverine Logan James Howlett Novels & Stories

Xavier looked up, grateful for the interruption. "Come in," he called, his voice hoarse. The door opened, and Logan stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He had been investigating James Tyler, and Xavier had been waiting for some news, though he wasn’t sure what kind of news he wanted to hear. He only knew that this man—this stranger—was somehow linked to Drake, and that meant nothing good. Logan closed the door behind him and approached Xavier's desk, sitting down without waiting for an invitation. His eyes met Xavier's with a quiet seriousness.

The Moon-goddess had quietly left when Logan and I were dancing. - After dinner, Logan stands up and waits for everyone to become quiet, and when everyone looks at him in silence. “Ladies and gentlemen. First, I want to thank everyone for being here, to witness this day. I knew for years now that I was different, not only a man or a wolf but also a Lycan. I was bigger, stronger, and a lot more dangerous. I had to learn to control both sides. I thought I had found my mate, but I have last year learned that I was deceived by magic and greed. Her plan didn’t work when she did not give birth to the next Alpha but to a beautiful baby girl.

Just then, Maggie rushed in, her face white. "Logan, I think some silver dust got into my wound. My arm keeps going numb." Logan checked her injury at once. "Where's the healer?" "I was too scared to call anyone. Don't worry about me. Stay with Wendy. Did she get the wrong idea again?" Maggie leaned against his chest, her tears dampening his collar. Logan glanced at me and said hurriedly, "I'm taking her to the medical tower. I'll be right back." I stood where I was, watching them cling to each other, my voice perfectly calm. "Logan, if you walk out that door, there will be no future for us."

The number of wolves that would be dead would number into millions if not tens of millions. ‘No matter how crazy Lana was, we were talking about millions of lives, she would not do such a thing, right?’ Logan said nothing, his face pale dead as a ghost. He stood up, wiped the blood on his face and calmly reverted back into his main form which he got beaten out of. If his human form was battered, his main wolf form had not an intact piece of fur left. He looked like a mangled wolf that would soon give up the ghost. I desperately wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that he had done enough. To let him know that mother would not want him to die here but I couldn't.

Instead of being offended by Logan’s audacious accusations, he seemed to find the situation almost comical, the transformation of the once-timid Logan into this defiant figure. Logan turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he paused, turning back to face us. “I demand the restoration of my house and my position at the company,” he said, his voice hard. “And some friendly advice for you, Jasmine: pregnancy reveals itself eventually. It’s not a secret you can keep forever. You’d be wise to come out clean now so we can resolve this without affecting the pack’s stability.” What was truly happening here? Why had Logan undergone such a dramatic shift in personality? This wasn’t the same man w

The door leads to a little shop, seemingly filled with antiques, but like everything else here, there’s a strange aura around it. Logan approaches the cashier and I follow behind him, but I’m too mesmerized by looking around to watch where I’m going. I bump into him when he stops, but he only looks briefly to see if I’ve regained my balance. I clear my throat. His eyes are always so cold that I want to run every time he looks at me. “Nice to see you again, Logan. What do you need?” The man says. “This is my new master, Hazel Ambrose.” He gestures towards me. “But I guess you already knew that,” he adds in a smug tone. “Honestly,” he sighs, “We really do gossip more than humans.”

I pushed it out of my mind. How was that possible? She hadn't shifted in the last three years she was meant to, so why now? She thought there were late bloomers; they don't necessarily take that long. I didn't believe him. "It's the truth. I was shocked as well. Right after she had shifted, she literally tracked me down so fast. It was a miracle I escaped without getting caught," he narrated. I found that even harder to believe. Logan was a scout in our pack, but he was also a spy as well, due to his fast reflexes and stealth, so I wondered what in the world he was talking about.

She was gone for good; my body was now my own. “Logan, what did you do?” I ask him quietly “She was hurting you mom, I had to get rid of her.” Damien lets go of me to look at our son, “You removed her wolf?” Logan’s head bobs up and down, “She is gone, but mom still has higher sense of smell and hearing.” “You made me human?” I ask him quietly, coming to terms with what he was saying. He wasn’t even eight yet and he held a power much stronger than I could ever imagine, the ability to remove someone’s wolf, it had never been done before.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Not in front of Yohana. She took a slow breath before answering, “What James said is not important. My relationship with Logan is a private matter.” Yohana smiled slightly, but her expression looked more like someone who had just found a weak spot in her opponent. ”You know, Logan is not what he used to be.” Her eyes glistened as she continued, “He's just a man trapped in a wheelchair, unable to do anything.” The words stung. Victoria felt her fingers clenching under the table, trying hard to contain the emotions raging inside her.