Wolverine Logan James Howlett Novels & Stories

Even those who had turned against him quieted, their eyes drawn to the man they once called Alpha. He let his voice roll, low at first, then sharper. “You would betray me for Rowan? For a man who abandoned you when Zeus came for your throats? For someone who vanished when Wakanda raised his blade and this pack’s blood was nearly spilled?” The noise dimmed. No one dared interrupt. “I bled for you,” Logan growled, his voice like iron. “Every scar on my body is proof of battles fought for White Claw. I stood when enemies tore at our borders. I stood when wolves turned rogue. I stood when death was certain, and I would stand again.”

How did anyone manage to live this long on a planet with such deficient mystique energy? Dark Wolf King was obviously very experienced and wise. He had seen a lot of legends and heroes throughout time enough that he could recognize one on sight. If anyone could have possibly known who Logan was, it had to be Dark Wolf King. Logan's entire existence begged too many mysteries. He was young and could use all sorts of techniques no one had ever heard.

"We've been all saying that things have gotten crazy. Too extreme. I mean, they fucking killed Logan." "Yeah," Noah paused. He hadn’t been there, but another soldier had fled Havermouth with Father Isaiah, stopping first at Haven Farm before being lucky enough to catch a ride in the helicopter that Father Isaiah had used to escape in just as Haven Farm had fallen. He had described what he had seen at both locations and how Isaiah had ordered Logan locked into the cage and his witches killed for losing control over Havermouth. "Logan was a good guy. Turned into a monster occasionally, but he wasn't a bad leader, and he was good to his men." (He had lost it over a woman) Noah thought sourly. (

I guess the best way to describe it is how someone would feel if they were stuck in a tiger’s cage─you never know when it’ll strike. “Voodoo, I’m Logan Blake. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Logan steps beside him and also extends his hand rigidly. Voodoo takes his hand stiffly. Logan gestures to the others. “You already know Rogue and Phoenix.” Voodoo nods as he observes Logan make the introductions. “And this is my brother Ewan, who goes by the handle Shadow.”

"At least I died fighting!" Braved up, he got away from the pillar, but what amassed behind him surprised him. A bunch of soldiers were just attacked by super fast wolves, and they directed their firepower at them. Logan looked behind him and saw a man, as tall and huge as him with a clawed-inflicted mark that ran across his eyes. His eyes gleamed silver red from the dark as he approached Logan. Logan transformed into a human. "We meet again, Logan Creed" "You? You're the—"

After a large group hug of all the warriors, Leo and Jack shifted into their wolf form and raced swiftly into the forest, intent on finding their Alpha. Logan took refuge under a huge tree in the forest. He had spent a whole day searching for his children and now he felt exhausted. Teleporting severally had drained him and he was weak. He decided to rest a little before beginning his search. His purple hair that used to be so vibrant with excess energy now appeared dull and matted. His face looked worn out and he seemed to have aged despite his anti-aging spell. The despair he felt within at the disappearance of his children finally appeared on his face. He kept hoping, praying to he moon go

the wolf grit his teeth, looking at Frank, “I can't save her easily because they have high-end weaponry. Even the weakest among them can take me down. You two are mates; you must understand the agony of seeing your partner torn away and being unable to do anything.” Neither Frank nor I had any intention of giving this wolf more information about ourselves. “What’s your name? Why are you here, and why was your mate taken?” “Logan, that’s all you need to know. My mate and I lived in the city. She’s human, so we lived among humans. I knew Motina was recently seized by Mystic Vale, and based on your sheer size... I wanted to ask to be a runner for you, to gain your help. I work for packs as a mi

However, before I could return the embrace, she pulled back, holding me by the arms, and started inspecting me for injuries. “I’m perfectly fine, darling,” I assured her. “For fuck’s sacks. Don’t use pet names for my daughter in my presence,” Logan grumbled, having shifted back and at least covered himself with a blanket someone gave him. For how big and powerful his wolf was, seeing Logan was jarring. Sure, he’s got the barrel chest, broad shoulders, and muscles covered by thick chest hair. The thing is, he’s shorter than Hana. I knew this. His file said it. But reading his height and seeing it in person are completely different things.

The next day, Paul and Peter were sitting in their office, staring at Logan, their best friend and trusted Beta. Logan looked at them as if they had gone mad. The connection between the twins and Logan was deep; they had been inseparable since childhood, and the strong bond between them had been evident from an early age. All three were the same age, twenty-six, but Logan was black, with a muscular, well-defined body and intense green eyes. Logan's wolf was called Teo.

“You’re our Alpha. We can’t afford to have someone so, suspicious at your side. He could turn on you at any moment.” “Turn on me?” I repeated. “Yes,” Logan pressed. “We don’t know where he came from. We don’t know what he is. He could be a danger to you, to the whole pack. Don’t let him fool you.” I kept my voice steady. “And you, Logan? You think you’re the better choice?” I asked. He gave a confident smile. “I don’t just think. I know. I was born here. I have a wolf, a bloodline, and loyalty to you. That’s more than Jake can ever give.” he answered.