Weapon X Logan Novels & Stories

His brown hair falls into his eyes as he dagger Yato and his men a hard look. Beside him is none other than Lester. "Logan!" Is my low murmur, relief washing through me. "Oh, you came to rescue your little slut?" Yato sneers. "On the count of five, let her go!" Logan orders. "And what if I refuse?" "Then you'll face my wrath." Logan sneers. "Then so be it. Guys draw your weapons!" At that, all Yato's men begin shooting. Logan and Lester dive behind the wall.

Logan sat on the couch and stared at me calmly, “Charlotte, watch your mouth. Please don’t talk anymore about fuck and shitty words? I don’t want to hear it from you anymore.” I raised an eyebrow at him, “Well, that man makes my blood boil! I know he knows that I was involved in the death of his son, but because he doesn't have enough evidence towards me. He put me on a shitty mission to get something from me. He is keeping his enemies close, Logan!” I walked upstairs, and looked for my gun, but I couldn't find it in my pocket. Logan asked, “Are you looking for this?” “Yes, give it to me. That’s my Dad’s gun. He gave it to me to protect myself!” I said softly while trying not to cry in front

Despite my mother not been a warrior, she had thought me this and I plan to pass it down to Logan. Logan was wearing clothes, very similar to those of a shieldman. Coal colored trousers to help him move better, wool tunic with a leather belt made of bear's skin. He was bare foot just as myself. His hair, kissed by flames, was braided and tied with a thick thread. I myself wore only my wool trousers, so I would be able to shift easier. After we had gotten back to our start point, we took another short break. "Alright, Logan. We are going to spar now, you know how I am sure?"

I have consumed powers that would make your first weep with fear. Aria did not answer. There was no point. Words were useless against an enemy who had heard every plea, every threat, every promise in ten thousand years. She focused on the weapon, on the pedestal, on the desperate need to reach it before the Nameless One could destroy it. Logan saw her intention. He fought harder, faster, more fiercely than he had ever fought in his life. Wounds accumulated on his body, shadow cuts that burned with ancient poison, but he ignored them, pushed through them, refused to let them slow him down.

Logan’s voice made me look up, only to find him holding two steaming cups as he walked towards us, “trust me, he’s elated that he fought his way back home and didn’t let his attackers take him hostage.” I felt Blake nodding behind me, and I oddly felt comforted by Logan’s words. They were all warriors and they must’ve been taught to fight to the death, so when they did fight to the verge of death but end up victorious, they took joy in the outcome of the battle rather than the battle itself. “A warrior’s wounds are his pride, especially when he emerges victorious,” Blake added, rewarding me with another kiss that sent warmth flooding through me. Logan nodded, then crouched to hand a cup of c

“This is power. I’ve embraced what you’re too weak to comprehend.” Logan stepped forward, his blade gleaming with the light Evelyn had imbued in it. “This isn’t power, Mia. It’s control. And we’re not leaving you behind.” --- The First Assault The creature lunged forward with terrifying speed, its massive claws slicing through the air. Logan barely had time to raise his weapon, the force of the attack sending him skidding backward. Ryan rushed to his side, helping him up. “This thing’s faster than it looks,” Logan muttered, grimacing.

Logan remarked through gritted teeth as his eyes turned red however Rhea smirked even more as she took small steps to the man while swinging her gun in a creepy way that Logan didn't like at all "You won't get out of here, you hurt my friend and don't deserve to be set free mister"she said with anger and pointed the gun at Logan and again Logan tried to move but couldn't "That's a damn gun for god’s sake, keep it away from me"she was playing with a loaded gun like some child toy, he was helpless and couldn't do anything to stop the nonsense going on, but he promised to put her in her place once he got free "Yes it's my toy, I'm crazy and if anyone hurts my friend... I fire it"saying, so she

felt like in person. "You really marked your territory in there, Rafael," Logan Hayes remarked, leaning against his locker. Logan was the pack's fastest hunter, a winger who lived for the blur of the chase. "Did you see his face when you staked your claim? I couldn't tell if he wanted to bolt for the exit or drop to the floor and start worshipping." Mateo exhaled a sharp breath. He trusted Logan with his life on the ice, but the man’s mouth was a liability.

A silver mist was swirling around me and my white coat had been washed of all the blood and I was decorated with intricate silver patterns. All my injuries and pain had disappeared and all I could feel this raw power coursing through my veins. “Go and help the others fight the other monster. Ragnar is mine.” Logan dashed off to help the others while Ragnar and I glared at each other and slowly began to circle one another. “I see that you have undergone a little transformation. No matter, you are still a weak Omega. You haven't tasted power like I have and you never will!” He lept towards me but I was quick and I got out of the way in time, swiftly maneuvering behind him and clawing him in th

"Who do you say is the fool?" Windy was angry at the words of the red wolf. He growled; he wanted to rush over to tear her apart. “Windy! Stop!" Nolan, next to him, knew that Windy's temper was boiling, so he spoke up to stop him. If it stayed like this, the plan that the leader was trying to carry out would indeed be ruined. “Have you received my declaration of war, Ezra?” Finally, the leader of the assassin group spoke up. He didn't say much but directly asked about the problem.