Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

“Logan ... this is Jax and AJ ... we live right down here, it’s the only house nearby ... do you guys need a hand or anything” “Well I guess we need to get some transport and help to get the bus out, maybe you know who to call ...”. The guy says looking a bit uncertain. Suddenly a sleek looking guy in expensive slacks and a dirty polo shirt steps up. “Wait I know you ... you are Logan Walker, the actor”. “Uhm yeah I am ... and you are ?” I honestly don’t like him much, he just has an unpleasant aura, and a smell that makes my nose itch, but I remind myself not to judge him without giving him a chance. Maybe he is shaken by the accident.

Becker figured they planned to initially wipeout the weakest link. Becker sat in a secluded room. He thought of Cook and Rios during radar scan. It located Logan’s whereabouts. Becker unable to see Logan out in the territory this led him to believe the assassin hid inside a private section of the headquarters, perhaps planning the next target. Cook’s face flashed across his thoughts. He towered six foot three, large frame carrying two hundred and twenty pounds. His bald head always looked rough. He had dark eyes cropped hair. Cook forty years in age, but appeared grayer. Fighting in Iraq, suffering torture from his opponents in the army roughed him up severely.

Esther sipped her coffee and silently observed without disturbing Logan's thoughts. Logan put on gloves and carefully picked out crucial items from the garbage, putting them into another bag. After tying the bag securely, he threw it back into the trash bin. Logan washed his hands, drank his coffee, and stood beside Esther. Slowly, he explained, "Mr. Sinclair suspects that this group is related to the drug traffickers involved in the incident with your father." Esther's gaze sharpened with a hint of killing intent. "You—" Logan interrupted Esther's question and said, "I only know this much now. We need to continue the investigation for specifics. However, whether you can restart that code un

Having said that Emiliano walked to the door but stopped and turned back "Oh and warn your little friend that playing with snakes is dangerous he could lose his life if he continues to step where I step... Trey, give the man a token of appreciation for a warm peaceful welcome"Emiliano said with a smirk and Trey nodded knowing full well what his boss said and immediately Emiliano opened the door to walk out two huge men dressed in all black got in the office and closed the door. Emiliano stayed there without moving and after hearing Crawford's cries and begging, he smirked and made his way back to the casino and once he got there, he spotted a friend of his at the bar counter, but Logan was n

“And if our guy is right, I know that tattoo. It belongs to a group that operates out of an old warehouse near the docks.” I was already yanking open the closet, pulling on the first shirt my fingers brushed against. "How do I get there?” "It’s the warehouse near the docks." He paused, then spoke more quietly, "I’m coming with you." That froze me mid-motion. Walker didn’t do field work. He was what most would call a ghost, a voice on the other end of a line, a shadow that slipped through databases and security feeds without leaving a trace. Him offering to step into the light meant this was worse than I thought. “You sure, Walker?”

Woosh! At that time, two figures appeared slowly, not far from the vehicle's wreckage. One of them wore a black robe and a tall black hat. His skin was as pale as a sheet. The other had a surreal figure that faded in and out. It was only a remnant of the soul. Indeed, it was the messenger, Logan, and Archfiend Antigonus. Boom! Antigonus looked at Hackett's charred body in the vehicle's wreckage and frowned, "Is that the body you found for me?"

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.

Hunter rushes into the room "what the hells wrong Logan" "Your sister went to them she's helping plan my take down and this packs. She is a traitor and will pay. When i see her i will also reject her and make sure to kill her after. This is what i get for loving her then it isnt woth it" My wolf has took over

Growing up, he'd heard the stories about the commanding officer they called the Living Reaper. The Living Reaper had single-handedly destroyed a border drug cartel's stronghold, only to be forced out of the military after defying orders to save his men. Logan looked down at Wesley, who was still kneeling in the mud. There was a crushing authority in his eyes. "What did you just call this house?" His voice wasn't loud, but the weight behind it made Wesley flinch. The color drained from Wesley's face, and his entire body began trembling uncontrollably. In an instant, every rumor he'd believed about Logan being an ex-con was shattered.