Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Wild Wolf entered with a sinister smile and addressed the room, "Step out, kid. You're in serious trouble." As he approached the front, he saw Logan casually sipping beer while Tack lay on the floor, motionless. Logan glanced up and asked, "Are you here on behalf of the Gores?" "You're aware of our affiliation with the Gores, yet you remain this arrogant. You must have a powerful supporter." Wild Wolf grinned oddly. "Why don't you reveal them to me? Let's see if they surprise me." His comrades wore half-smiles as they closed in, evidently doubting Logan's ability to challenge the Gores.

The car slowed as they entered the airport, rolling to a stop in front of his jet. A Gulfstream G700. Damon didn't hesitate. He stepped out immediately, already moving toward the aircraft. If that bastard wouldn't join forces with him to fight Magnus, then he would seek help elsewhere. One last time. From someone with numbers twice the size of his pack. A man he never thought he would turn to. Logan Lockwood. His nemesis since birth. The Alpha whose pack shared a rivalry with his—one that spanned over a thousand years. --------------------- Marcus stood before the wide glass window in his office, still dressed in the dark pants and long sleeve shirt he'd worn earlier, staring out the window

They already took her. Logan's phone rings. He quickly put his fingers on his lips, motioning me not to talk before answering. "Listen carefully," a voice says on the other end. It's cold and menacing, sending shivers down my spine. "You know who this is?" the voice asks. "Gideon from the Jade Brotherhood," Logan says grimly. "Ah, you are smarter than I thought." "One of your dogs left a little red souvenir at my place after burning it down, so it doesn't take rocket science to figure out it was your handiwork," Logan mocks.

"I got greedy. Gambling debts. I borrowed millions. I tried to blackmail Roderick for more money, threatened to tell everything if he didn’t pay. I knew he’d kill me for it. I almost welcome it. My life’s been one long string of disappointments and failure s. I was never the son my parents wanted. I treated my nephew Frank like garbage because I thought it would make him stronger, turn him into a leader, not a follower like me. He has a good heart..." Logan’s gaze pierced the camera, eyes glistening with what looked a lot like regret. "I know I’m a horrible person. I know I deserve this. But Carla... she was kind and I regret what happened to her. She was just a good woman forced to be marri

“Crawl to the door with Buddy. He won’t hurt you, I promise. Get out and look for Officer Madden. He can help you.” Not giving her a moment to protest, Logan rose off her stiffened body while pulling the gun from its holster on his waist. His eyes narrowed on the shattered window and he looked for any moving shadows. He ducked again when he saw a slight glint and another gunshot rang through his eardrums. He could feel the disturbed air around him graze his cheek and knew it was close. Logan wished he hadn’t taken off his radio. Just because he wanted to have no disturbances while talking to Terra—and now there was no way for him to communicate.

The door barges open and Gus walks in with a worried face, I sit up immediately, behind him, Thane follows. What’s going on? “Hey...” I say slowly, something must be wrong. Gus paces around; he looks at me with a pained expression. “Tell me, what happened.” I say with my alpha voice, a feeling of unease washes over me, something dreading over my back. “Logan quit.” Gus says, his hand trembling. “Excuse me?” Hearing my brother’s name makes me perk up. My legs pushed the chair aside in haste.

Logan eyes me to stop and I dropped my hand while he walked back to the almlost dead body. "You have stolen from a drug dealer. Do you know what happens to those that steals from me?" He asked as he raised 6inches thin needle up, "do you know what happens to those that feed my family's information to the world?" He asked again as fear strikes the guys body. I watched with a straight face as Logan dip the pin deep into his temple. No sound came from the guy in the process but as Logan removed the pin and dip it into his skull again with force, her yelled inhumanely.

Proceeding at a slow pace, he started walking towards the packhouse. He stopped when his growing anger and emotion reached a peak as he got closer. His eyes could not believe the sight before him: his dead pack members lying in a pool of blood. Logan observed what appeared to be a massacre as he walked around, feeling a deep sadness as he saw women, children, and most heartbreakingly, his best warriors among the bodies. Quietly scanning for his parents, he listened for any signs of their presence. A sudden moaning sound caught his attention from across the packhouse. Following the sound, Logan ran and discovered his father was the source.

I know he was concerned about me. “Yes, When I was living with the human, I meet Marina. She was also a werewolf, and I liked her and we make a bond together. I went to his brother’s office for the job of secretary.” I take a deep breath. “There I meet Logan.” “Logan? what was he doing there?” He asks surprised. I used to work for him. My friend Marina introduced me to him. He was her brother. “He... he was my boss. Mr. Logan Clark.” I say and he looks at me shocked.

Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.