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.

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.

“I’m Logan Summers. I used to work at the community hall? “ the officer said, he pulled off his security cap to reveal a tousled icy blonde hair that was badly in need of a haircut and bowed his head slightly at Wayne. “Good morning Sir.” Wayne nodded back and took the stack of papers from Jane’s hands. “What’s going on here?” he asked, not smiling. Logan’s grin remained on his long face like hard wax, staring at the both of them as he did so. Although he was not emaciated, he was exceptionally pale and he reminded Jane of a walking corpse. Jane cocked her head, but for the life of her, she could not recall ever talking to him. “Jane doesn’t remember me. I used to fix water dispensers at our

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.

"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.

I guess the best way to describe it is how someone would feel if they were stuck in a tiger’s cage─you never know when it’ll strike. “Voodoo, I’m Logan Blake. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Logan steps beside him and also extends his hand rigidly. Voodoo takes his hand stiffly. Logan gestures to the others. “You already know Rogue and Phoenix.” Voodoo nods as he observes Logan make the introductions. “And this is my brother Ewan, who goes by the handle Shadow.”

Logan growled under his breath but forced himself to follow. At the entrance, the security guards looked up. Their eyes flicked from Kia—familiar, recognized—to Logan, unfamiliar. “Morning, Mr. Kia,” one greeted with respect. “Morning,” Kia replied with a practiced smile. “This is my partner, Logan Hale. We’re here for a meeting.” The guards exchanged a brief glance, then nodded. “Go ahead.” They entered. The inside buzzed with energy—phones ringing, heels clicking, voices overlapping. Logan’s eyes scanned every face, his instincts flaring. Somewhere in this building, she could be walking these same halls. His wolf side pushed against his restraint, urging him to seek, to claim.

Then, a cold and deep voice sounded from the walkie-talkie. “Hello, Loggins. I Am the Death Inquisitor. I want to play a game with you.” Loggins’ heart suddenly contracted when he heard this voice. He stared coldly at the walkie-talkie and felt that his body was soaked in cold sweat. “No matter where you are, I will definitely catch you.” Loggins answered, “You won’t be able to catch me. I have already escaped from your encirclement. Goodbye.” “I won’t let you escape.”