Mister Sinister Logan Novels & Stories

Logan mind-linked a guard, and shortly after, guards entered with a new man. Logan told them, "Take this worthless individual and return him to his cell. Then, secure him to that wall and shackle him," he directed, gesturing to the wall on his right. After settling everything, the men nodded and removed the rouge. Logan left the room and came back with a small case he put on the table and opened. William moved nearer and observed the contents of the case. He was shocked to witness the multitude of torture instruments before him, all rendered in silver. After taking a long knife from the case, Logan walks towards the man. "I'll keep this brief and straightforward: I'll ask you questions, and

Missy questioned fearfully, getting more and more suspicious as she saw him look away again. "Of course there's nothing she could blackmail me with, Missy!" – He looked like he wanted to look unconcerned, but all he managed was a painful grunt – She just was herself: she said a bunch of shit and insulted you until I went crazy. It was just that. But it won't happen again. - He looked her in the eyes with a dark determination that surprised her - I guarantee it. - Logan… – she swallowed hard, cringing a little, before finally gathering enough courage to ask – You would tell me if, at some point in the past, you and Suzan were… involved, right? - She finally completed, with the words leaving a

I couldn't make sense of the tracks. Once Lucas escaped, he practically fell into the inner sanctum where Logan was waiting. "Did she enter your den? I thought I scented her nearby." Logan spoke in that deep, magnetic voice of his. The afternoon sun outlined the powerful breadth of his shoulders as he leaned against the black leather furs, leafing through reports. His face was a mask of stern Alpha authority. Lucas looked at Logan—this "Gaston" who was currently dressed in a sharp suit but radiating the power of a King—and felt a shiver race down his spine.

“I will pose as Elder Horace. They’ve only seen him briefly, and with the right disguise, I can make them believe I’m him. We’ll approach the border where they’ve set up their stronghold. The key to our success is surprise and precision.” Logan’s eyes scanned the room, ensuring he had everyone’s attention. “We’ll need a small, elite team. Too many men and we’ll attract unwanted attention; too few and we’ll be outnumbered. I’ve chosen a handful of our best: Marcus, Serena, Thorne, and Julian.” I listened, my heart pounding. Logan’s plan was bold, and the risks were immense. He continued, outlining the roles and movements of each team member with precision. His strategic skills were impressive

His butts burnt half way in a bid to prove himself that he is worthy to rule Mystic Shadows Fortress. Staring down at the stack of files that laid in front of him, Logan growled inwardly at the realization that some of the other lesser packs weren't paying their dues right. He snorted, thinking of how much they are all playing with fire and he wouldn't hesitate to burn them.

Sandy shielded her face quickly, blood dripping from between her fingers. She could not believe it. No one had ever laid a finger on her for more than 40 years, but she was hit today. In her current status and position, how dare the pathetic guy in front of her lift his hand against her? “F*ck! He’s mad! He’s going to be dead!” “Finished! With that punch of his, neither he nor the woman can hope to leave now.” “What’s more, their entire families will fall into the darkest hour. That’s our Miss Logan with the most ruthless methods. Her father is Old Master Logan, a bigwig in Capital City. Even Mayor Sanders is a disciple of the Logan family.”

"Luigi, you go home first. I'm going to take a walk." "But, boss..." Luigi seemed worried about the Zephyr leader's safety. "Just do as I say." Logan doesn't want to hear any more protests from his driver. He turned around and walked down a street flanked by house buildings. Enjoying the wind blowing on him. At least he can get rid of his thoughts on a mysterious, unique-eyed woman. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

*** ‘Sir, as you ordered, I drove Miss Jansen back to the office,’ Terence reported, entering the manor. He found Logan standing by the window, a cigarette between his slender fingers, exhaling wisps of smoke. Logan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the blooming garden outside. Terence stood still, waiting for instructions. After what felt like an eternity, Logan broke the silence with a question. ‘Terence, do you think I’m attractive?’ The usually eloquent assistant, caught entirely off guard, stammered out a reply, ‘Um, I-I’m s-sure you are very handsome, sir, but I—’

I explained. "I'd like to see him try. I'm an Alpha now," Logan replied. "And so is he," I said, almost in a laugh. "What's his name?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. "Alpha Leonardo Loren," I told him. "Heard of him?" I asked casually. The corner of his mouth twitched up a little and his eyes flickered before he masked his expression with his usual arrogance.

"I love both of you, see you soon..." It isn't long after I cut the link with my father that Lincoln growls and all the surrounding rogues charge towards where Logan is standing. The 4 rogues standing at the cage door smile at each other as the one that picked the lock slowly, quietly and carefully opens the door, using the fighting to cover what they are about to do. Another wave of fear goes through me and I once again open my connection with Logan, "LOGAN!!!"