Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

He tied him up with the help of some of his men. "Tell me now! Tell me who sent you to burn my warehouse! Because you're obviously not the mastermind" Logan screamed at the man. The man was average height, and was wearing black pants and a black shirt. He had a big scar on his cheek, he was obviously a hired assassin of some sort. "I won't tell you anything" the man said, looking straight into Logan's eyes. Logan chuckled and landed another huge blow on his face. A tooth fell out. "I said, tell me who sent you!" Logan ordered. He was getting impatient, very impatient. He wanted to k!ll him, but he had to get his information first.

I could feel him trembling. Logan took one step forward and that was all it took. The guy shoved me away so hard I stumbled, throwing his hands up in surrender. Logan closed the distance and hit him once, clean and efficient so quickly. The guy’s eyes rolled back, and he joined his buddies on the pavement. I stood there, shaking, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Logan stood over the bodies, not even winded. He knelt down, his hands quickly patting down their pockets. He pulled something small and dark from one of them...a wallet? A badge?...and tucked it into his own jacket before I could get a good look.

Wyatt yelled as he punched in 1493 into the keypad. Cole’s eyes flickered to the pack house hearing Wyatt’s mindlink. He needed to get there. He could feel Cole’s strength starting to fade. He thought of Nora and it pushed him forward. Logan suddenly by his side. “Let’s do this wolf.” Logan said seeing Cole was the only one without a teammate,

Still works for me though because this was the exact spot where I had asked Falkor to appear with Tyler, and I was certain they had made it here, hiding in the woods with the captive. Logan must have scented them hence the abrupt halt. I joined them on the ground and glowed my eyes, squinting through the forest. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as Keaton hurried to the booth of the car, tossing daggers and blades to each of us. He slung a crossbow and a quiver of an arrow across his shoulder and moved toward me. “Why are you doing this, Grainne? Aiden is understandable because I killed his father, but you. I trusted you. We trusted you.” Logan said out of the blue and turned toward me

Cows were free to roam for only a period of time, then yeah, imminent death. Logan has changed since the last time we saw- since we saw Megan last. He has become darker. More- aggressive, more rabid. He was those things before but now so...more. Last week, I had woken up naked in the forest, covered in blood. My heart almost went through my chest because, for a split second, I wondered if I was the killer or one of, the killers on the murder spree. Until I spotted a deer’s remains near me.

He races up the stairs to the helm, where Sawyer turns, casting a wild look at the two of us. Logan pants as he rasps, “I pledge my loyalty to the pack Tempest Valley and its Alpha and Beta.” I rear back, my heart skipping several beats as he says the unthinkable, “I denounce my affiliation to the pack Silverhide, of the Deadlands, and it’s Alpha.” “Oh, my Goddess,” I whisper. Logan’s hand unravels from mine, my arm falling slack at my side. Sawyer clasps his arm, nodding grimly.

We were not really sure which of his men were working for Victor, and hacking into his computer network directly would tip him off. So we went the cyber route. Logan is a trained hacker that used to work for the CIA before he joined the Confradia. He’s actually one of the few Confradia men who did not come from a military branch. He’s what you would call a child prodigy. Logan graduated from college at age fourteen with a Ph.D. from MIT in computer engineering and was recruited by the CIA soon after. He is a tech pioneer in the industry. The now-deceased Hunter Cohen couldn’t even compare, and he was a tech prodigy in his own right. It took some work, but Logan could hack into Victor’s secur

He ran until his lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass, plunging into the dark alleyways of Havenfall. He reached the docks, the neon lights of the city reflecting in the oily puddles. A black sedan sat idling under a flickering streetlamp. The back door opened. "You took your time," a voice purred. Zack froze. A man stepped out, tall and draped in a coat that looked like it cost a thousand lives. Ethan Cole. The head of Cocolink. The man who had been haunting the edges of Zack’s nightmares for years. "Logan is dead," Zack panted, crouching like an animal ready to bolt.

Elder Griffiths poured the warm tea into the cup while silently watching the winds which were knocking against the window frame. The lights which were illuminating the council grounds were moving left and right as they dangled by a large string with a canopy on top of the bulb. But just as he lifted the cup which was sitting on the table to his lips, the door of his office was pushed open and in came the youngest yet the deadliest alpha Logan. Seeing him enter his office, Elder Griffiths turned and looked at him. His eyes fell on the blood stains which were at the tip of Logan’s shoes and then set down the cup which was in his hand before grimly asking,

What he said next destroyed the world around me, cracking the hope that had filled me a few minutes ago. Mason, Logan, and I did this together. Mason Stevens... "Nice gun," I whispered, sitting down on the couch. Logan lowered it, putting it back in the holster at his waist. "It's a Glock G43, special edition." I took the bowl of popcorn. “They love giving them new toys in the special forces, huh?” Logan sat on the opposite couch. "What were you trying to do when I came in?" "Jealous?" Logan snorted. “No.”