Comic Book Logan Novels & Stories

Thane and I are building our relationship much stronger, it’s still rocky at some edges, since he doesn’t always agree with what I say, but somehow we are getting there. Though some rogues still lurk around, with the constant meeting with the Alphas, we are trying to minimize them. Logan is living life, well not like that. He has become a businessman and a CEO of his own fast leading company; I spoke to him yesterday since he’s always flying to countries, meeting with prominent people.

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.

“Not to mention in your current state, you're not connected to a realm in here so I can’t heal you or give you an afterlife. Try not to die.” Logan was getting bored and very angry. The war was already strong but it seemed as though it had just begun. As different sides fought, Logan became harder to keep track of until he just vanished. He must still be around somewhere. He needed to destroy the core to kill Charles and end the world. Not to mention losing all sight of the box.

He got to the door, turned around to face Declan and he bowed before shutting the door. Declan stared at the food then looked away to stare at his hand, before looking outside. ✵DARKFANG CLAN ✵ Logan stood on the blonde sandy ground with a smile on his face, the scar, a cracked mark on his face. He was still shirtless like the previous night, hands behind his back. The amber glow of the burning fire illuminated his face in a fall rise and spark stance. The body of someone was in that fire and a pot containing something boiling was on the fire.

Alex who also heard, finally reached for his own cell phone. "But what's the motive, sir.. Logan doesn't seem to have any problems with any mafia groups, especially Beth...she stayed at home and works in Seoul." “We don't know anything, maybe because of revenge? Or business rivals?” "Sir..I ask you to stay on standby to help, sir...my best friend is like a living corpse..he is pale and looks like his brain has hanged." It is clear to Alex that he needed help, because Logan really couldn't think right now. He needs a lot of other help from this moment on, because the real war is about to start.

Third person's POV [Logan's POV] On Sunday, Logan was dressed in his usual grey collared shirt and jeans, standing outside Joy's house. He had mustered enough courage to roll his sleeves up so he didn't look out of place for this warm weather. His scars were fading, but they were still there, light long lines on his forearm. Each line racing the bluish veins to his wrist, each line a story of his countless battles with loss, loneliness and depression.

And that was the corniest part of Dante, he is so unreadable. Logan’s laugh was suppressed. He reached for his cigarette and puffed out smoke in it. “This is just the beginning of what I have to do to you, Dante. Watch your very back Dante. Cause I would fuck up with you and…” his words trailed off by Dante’s interference.” “Your treats are so soothing to hear, Logan. Do all you may and make sure you kill me in the process, cause if you don't…. I will make sure you die like your loser sons!”

He was an unbeatable genius in Blue Cloud Base City. Logan was also Gavin's elder brother! It didn't take long for Logan, the number one genius of Blue Cloud Base City, to arrive in front of Gavin. His face was originally arrogant, but when he saw Gavin's miserable condition, he became angry. ... Logan shouted, "Who did so to you?" ... Said a student to Logan, "Logan, it's him!" All the students who studied at Blue Sky Advanced Academy of Cultivation knew that Logan was the number one genius in Blue Cloud Base City, a Gene Fighters at the Rank 1 of the Ultimate King Ranked Realm, and that he was stronger than Instructor Shaun.

I said with a slight scoff as I looked up at the sprawling painting, which depicted Leonard standing with his foot on the head of a dead rhinocerous, a rifle in his hands and a triumphant expression on his face. Logan made a face. “I don’t blame them,” he said. “That painting is awful.” “Not a big game hunter yourself?” I teased. “No. And neither was he,” Logan said. “He never killed those animals himself. Always paid the locals to do it. Then he’d get his paintings and his photographs and his trophies and he’d come home with lies about his big ‘adventures’.” As we continued, I watched Logan closely, noticing the subtle shifts in his demeanor. The way he avoided certain items, the brief paus

“The woman you stole from me." Colt’s eyebrows pulled together. He felt a sickening crawl of suspicion move up his spine, settling at the base of his skull. He took a slow step forward, his expensive leather shoes clicking on the polished floor. “I don’t understand,” he said, the words coming out slow and dangerous. “How do you know her?" Logan’s chest rose as he drew in a deep, shaky breath. He adjusted the lapel of his suit jacket, a movement far too calm for the fire in his eyes. “I’m Logan,” he said. "Lauren’s fiancé.”