Wolverine Logan James Howlett Novels & Stories

I have never even harbored envy towards him as he excelled in everything, only ever admired him from afar. So why? It doesn’t make any sense why he’d go out of his way to break me any more than he had. I suck in my lower lip. This is neither the time to entertain such thoughts nor should I hope for a logical answer. In the first place, Logan is an Alpha. Born to rule and guard the Evergreen Pack. The only son, and the first heir. Hanna Wells, on the other hand, is an Omega like any other. Passable. Replaceable. Expendable.

Roman and I hate fighting to protect Rupert. When Logan turns his attention back to me looking ready to fight, I shift back to human form. Roman and I don't have to fight if Rupert isn't in danger and he has already submitted to the warriors. I show Logan my neck. He looks disappointed for a moment, but he too shifts.

"Tanner's already here he's in my office." I follow Marcus to his office and I see the gorgeous boy sat on the couch in his regular clothes. He has a good fashion sense, he's wearing a crop top and baggy jeans so I can see his taunt stomach. "Hey I'm Logan, how are you feeling about your first night?" I ask him, signing and speaking so Marcus understands what I'm saying. "Holy fuck you're hot," Tanner signs and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Confident. I like a confident boy.

With a last blurred glance to the door shielding me away from the creature on the other side, I lastly started roaming through the cabinets until I found what I was looking for. A razor blade. Logan I blew out an exhale as I sat down leaning against the bathroom door, my wolf writhing in agony inside of me after what our own soulmate just said to us. She hated us now. She hated us and she was now more afraid than ever. And I didn’t even know if I could ever fix this. I have royally screwed up. I should’ve held myself back harder. I should’ve reined him in with all my strength and not just let him take over so easily and do what he did.

Without a second thought, I leaped from behind the tree with a snarl tackling the hunter to the ground. The red-eyed wolf looked almost as surprised as the hunter at my sudden arrival. The hunter tried to roll to get me off him, but I sunk my claws in deeper and bit down on his shoulder. I hadn't realized others were coming till the red-eyed wolf charged to the side, and my utter surprise, he transformed. 'LOGAN!? The red-eyed wolf is Logan!?' I realized. His shift startled the other hunter. "Jesus fucking Christ! What are you!?" the terrified hunter exclaimed?

The hunger for revenge devoured Logan's sanity. His eyes locked onto a vase on the table. Before he could think, he'd already swung it with full force into Joann's skull. "You murdered my daughter!" he screamed. "You don't deserve to breathe!" Blood burst from the wound as Joann collapsed to the floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood. She pleaded weakly, "Cough… Logan, I was wrong. Please… please let me go. Lily's gone... but we still have Gracie... I can give you a son... please..."

His mind wanted to just see what would happen between them but his body just move when he saw the wounded hunter. Seeing the hunter that is pin ain, he also feels something that is pricking his heart. He couldn't just watch her suffering from the attacks of the Rogues. After a few seconds, the three Rogues start attacking him. They joined forces just to harm him but they didn't make a single scratch on his body. As the werewolf who has the highest rank in the pack, they could not win against him. In just three minutes the three Rogues are out of breath. He gave them time to harm him but they just couldn't do it. After all, he is ten times stronger than them.

I sighed as I looked at him. Finn had been my best friend for a very long time, and I think it is high time I told him the truth. "Finn, I have a wolf", I said. "What?" He asked, stunned as he stared at me. "I mean, I can shift", I said. "I don't understand, I thought you were an Omega, just like me", he said. "No, I am not an Omega Finn, and I found my mate. It was Drayton, but he rejected me" I said.

He spoke: "I know you are confused about a lot of things: you have been given a gift by the Oracle- you are now a werewolf but your mind is yet to adapt to your new abilities. You will experience heightened senses, a burning anger, and a fearful hunger. Under a full moon, your abilities will increase but so will your desire for blood. Eventually, you will learn to control this but for now you need to be careful let's the beast in you destroy what you cannot restore"

It was extremely rare for a wolf to show their first shift within the first three months of turning fifteen, so at the earliest, Logan had almost six months before his first shift. “I have been training though,” he protested. “Ask Alex. I’ve been in warrior training every day.” Dominic sighed. This was a regular conversation and had increased to daily over the last few weeks. I could sympathise with him. He was feeling helpless and wanted to be useful. I knew that feeling well. “I said no, Logan,” he said, his Alpha tone slipping in. “My word is final.” Logan shot up from his place on the end of my bed. “This is bullshit!” he shouted and then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind