Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

he completed, and I relaxed. "That's ridiculous," Beta Carter said, laughing at their story. "It's true I saw the light too. Everyone passed out except for me" I corroborated the story. "Are you saying there's a god in the woods? " Delta Ashton Whitespear asked. "Enough of that. It doesn't help the situation we are in." my father snapped. I knew he was confused. Damien made a suggestion, and I decided to share it.

Tyler looked in the direction of the truck, and the others followed suit. "What's going on, Connor? Something happen to her?" Logan came to stand in front of me. "Just let me deal with this shit. I'll talk to you guys later." "Connor, you move from here; we're gonna have problems. I know you, brother. I can read you like a book, so I can see the fumes coming off you. Talk to me; we've been in tighter spots than this before and pulled through. Now what the fuck happened in the last half an hour to turn you into Killer?"

I swung my legs downward, my heavy combat boots slamming violently against the transport’s side step, breaking the aluminum brackets on impact. Inside the cabin, the Blood Stone successor commander a massive, scarred warrior named Logan snapped his head toward the passenger window. His grey eyes widened into circles of pure, unadulterated horror as he locked onto the brilliant, glowing rings of violet burning within my pupils. He expected a tactical interceptor; he didn't expect the ghost of the Midnight Eclipse line to be hanging onto his door frame at one hundred and forty kilometers per hour. "What the hell!" Logan shrieked, his voice muffled by the thick safety glass as he frantically re

Data purged. Logan didn't wait for Mark's order. Seeing the game was entirely lost, he dropped Leo onto the deck and lunged toward the side rail, intending to jump into the dark river to escape the approaching police boats. But he didn't make it to the rail. A sharp, violent crack sounded from the shadow of the cargo cranes behind him. Logan gasped, his body jerking forward before he collapsed face-first onto the steel deck. Standing in the shadow of the crane, holding a high-caliber sniper rifle with a smoking barrel, was Julian.

My boots felt heavy with every step I took but I wasn't ready to back down. I approached the guards, their face straight. Surprisingly, they bowed, stepping aside. I walked in, my heart throbbed heavily as I found my way into the building. I pushed open the door, stepping inside. The scent of smoke, alcohol and of course basil hit my nose. Logan stood at the edge of the window, his hands in his pocket. “Thought you weren't going to come back.” He said, not turning or sparing a glance at me. His voice was rough, cold, the type that sent shivers down my spine.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll take it. Thank you.” Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Great.” At that moment, the door opened again. The man who had brought me here walked in, his expression as unreadable as before. Lady Elizabeth gestured toward him. “This is Logan, the gamma of our pack. He will take you to where you’ll be staying and we can discuss all the formalities later.” I glanced at him—Logan. Finally, a name. I gave a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. For… everything. For finding me, for the coat, for the umbrella.”

The manager stammered, "I... I thought it was an antique. I had seen a similar relic in the archives. But once I measured it, I realized it was a mere common piece. I am no longer interested." She took a sharp breath, trying to reclaim her ground. "Now, begone. We have trades to settle. Guards, escort her out." But her scent was reeking of guilt now. The guards closed in on me, ready to throw me into the street. "How dare you show such arrogance after stealing my mate’s legacy?" A voice like a winter storm rumbled from the doorway. I whirled around, stunned. Logan was standing there, a mountain of dark energy in a gray shirt and black trousers, his jacket gripped in one hand.

Terry scorned at this, and Jason only frowned at the scar-faced man. Logan walked out of the alleyway with a small smile, and took a turn to walk along the roadside back to his car. His plan has only worked thanks to the tramp! Before walking into the alley, he had planned to act as though he were making a call and just stand near the two werewolves to listen in on their conversation to determine their purpose in the city. He had earlier, while pretending to dial a number, put his mobile phone in audio recording, all along with this plan in mind.

"Are you only learning that now? I went to have a look last night. The Walkers' bodyguards were all dead. The floor was covered in blood. The place just looks…" "That's terrible. The Walkers had stood strong in Drunham City for years. The person who could eliminate them overnight must be something else!" Logan heard the discussion as he sat next to Malcolm. There was a glint in his eyes that only appeared briefly. Before he could ask, the others sitting at their table could not help but beat him to the punch. "Mr. Lynch! What happened to the Walkers? They were actually wiped out overnight. I heard the mysterious person is from the military and is extraordinarily capable. I also heard that he

, the voice said. "I'm here to Join the Night Walkers", Carla replied. The door immediately opened. The inside wasn't like any garage. It had steel walls, different Chambers. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Come right this way ma'am," a lady in white ushered her to a room filled with young people like her, going through different training. "Welcome Carla," Logan said. Carla was surprised he knew her name. "I am Professor Logan, the coach of night walkers. I know you're surprised I know your name, but that's for me to know and you to wonder how I know what I know." He said.