Wolverine's Daughter Logan Novels & Stories

Unable to wait anymore, Logan unlocked his seat belts and rolled up the car windows; of course, he was a law abiding citizen like an average human, he never forgets to strap on his seat belt even though there was little chance of him dying in an accident. He got down from his car; the latest Mercedes Benz and walked towards the Brothel with a look of disgust on his face. It was twenty minutes past eight in the evening and he needed to retire to his mansion. Even the werewolf needs his rest and relaxation after a stressful day at work. Logan was the first and only son of Donald Smith; the former Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. Humans and other creatures now lived together but it didn't stop

Logan finished all the wine in his bottle and said to himself that; No way! she can't be my daughter because I don't trust that woman, I shouldn’t be thinking about this, Priscillia can't be my daughter, if she is, then she shouldn't be reluctant to zombies. Logan fell asleep after saying these.

Conan said and watched as Logan clenched and unclenched his fists and stared at the ground in irritation, obviously trying hard to contain his anger. "I know she's not related to me in any way but I was going to marry her mother had this not happened, we were already on Daddy/Daughter basis you know, she calls me Dad now, this hurts too much..." Logan admitted and let out another shaky breath. "Plus, I don't even know whether or not I'm allowed to continue seeing her..." He whispered. "I don't want her to go through this alone." He turned towards Conan, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

The familiarity wasn't mistaken as she looked just like my son but a feminine version and with blonde hair. Blonde hair. Does that mean? “Leave her alone and scram.” Logan bared his fangs at them and they instantly rushed away. No young werewolf was able to bare their fangs yet but Logan was a different case. He was a unique kid and my mother just assumed it was him getting his smart genes from me that made him develop earlier than usual. I walked over to both of them and as Logan saw me, he immediately turned to hide the girl behind him. Of course, the one with the reputation of never talking to a girl was now talking to one and looking over her.

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..."

I heard you met with her parents," I asked. Humans weren't exactly fond of us werewolves despite the signed peace treaty. They weren't obvious about their prejudice, but it was still there. Logan smiled. "It's going great, actually. We are going to be married soon. Her parents were kind of scared of me at first because I am a werewolf, but they are slowly getting used to the idea. She is their only daughter, after all. I felt a pang of jealousy. Everything has been working out well for Logan ever since he laid his eyes on Ana's best friend. They had that instant connection, and Shirley Accepted him so quickly.

He had cleared and stated that he needed nothing from me apart from the benefit of having other Alphas on his side in the hope of creating a better image for him and getting a Luna with Alpha blood. "Your second daughter," Logan said suddenly, his golden eyes gleaming with malice. My heart stopped. "What about her?" I whispered. "I’ve heard whispers," Logan said, leaning back in his chair. "That you have another daughter. Kaida, isn’t it? Is she like Lyra? Or does she have the strength your firstborn lacked?" I forced myself to stay calm, though Vex howled in protest. Kaida was my pride and joy, the one good thing left in my life. She was nothing like Lyra. She was strong, capable, and desti

A bond had grown between us that even rivalled mine and Katherine's. Bowing my head, I folded my hand over Sonja's. A sigh broke my lips and I lit the cigarette hanging between my lips. They were worried. So was I. But not just for my daughter. What Twila had said struck a cord within me. I had wolves amongst me. Mortal wolves that would one day die. I could lose half of them in the span of a few years whilst the rest of us lived on. Sophie would perish alongside them. If Katharine could gain control of herself. If Levi could help her, maybe I could save my family. Save the women whom I have cherished most of my life.

I said taking a fruit from the basket on the center table and sinking my teeth in to it. “Diane’s daughter?” Lucian asked as he paused from what he was doing. “Yes, Diane’s daughter. I keep telling you, her name is Annie.” I reminded him shaking my head. “It’s hard for me to imagine her as anyone other than who she is. The daughter of the late Alpha and Luna of Silverwoods.” He said sadly. I groaned wondering if Lucian was about to launch in to one of those his many tales about his the world had changed and become so heartbreaking and sad for them.

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”