Weapon X Logan Novels & Stories

He was young, with sharp blue eyes and an easy smile that instantly put me on edge. "Well, well," he said, smirking. "Looks like we’ve got a warrior here. That’s a nasty burn. What happened?" "Accident," I muttered, not in the mood to explain curses and psychotic witches. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but didn't push. "I’m Logan, by the way. Let’s see what we’re dealing with." As he examined my arm, I felt my mates shift uneasily behind me. Kane’s glare could have melted steel. Zane crossed his arms, his stance tense. Dane was the calmest, but I could feel his protective energy radiating off him.

Taylor shook her head, tears flowing freely down her reddened cheeks as she begged again, “Please, son. Your father needs medical attention... an-d... And I am starving-” “How dare you be ungrateful! We have been feeding and treating your wounds, and you dare complain. You are just like her, aren't you? Like that bitch, Emma!” Logan yelled, waving the gun threateningly at his mother, who trembled under his glare. His raging voice traveled down the hall, and when Zane heard it, he looked back at Yoko, saying, “Tell Larry to call the cops.”

ANDREA The guys move with sharp precision, their usual relaxed energy replaced by something focused and intense. The garage echoes with the sounds of zippers, the metallic clicks of guns being checked and holstered. Logan and Austin pull weapons from hidden compartments in the wall with practiced efficiency. I swallow hard. I knew they were involved in dangerous work, but seeing it up close is different.

Logan relaxes himself to trace where the sound could be coming from and he saw Henry's car from far, how zombies were banging it. Logan got pissed and he drops the nylon he was holding then point the gun straight at the car. He targets those zombies heads, then begins to shoot them one after the other and after shooting all of them banging the car, Logan picks up the nylon again and started walking towards the car and van.

he retorted. Logan's breathing was never calming down, but Twain was pretty breezy. "Billionaires like you don't give a damn 'bout how they get the money. You're an international menace Logan, you're on top of every government's wild dogs list, and guess what…?" He brought out a gun from his holder. Logan gritted his teeth, he knew what it was. It was a M1911 Browning Pistol, with a standard .45 bullet which could yield a thrust wild enough to crack a bone, or end a life instantly.

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

" Power has its advantages as well as disadvantages Logan. What can make you can also destroy you." " He was the most powerful, undefeated ruler of this world.....the most spectacular prodigy ever known in history..." " Yet there was only one man who could destroy him in the end....." . . . " And that was he himself." Silence stretches as they started at the full moon shining outside. When suddenly a shooting star made Logan's eyes to widen. Pushing him up. Rushing towards the window. He closes his eyes to place his wish. Folding his hand. While Sera and Zander look at each other. Sera's hand trails up to trace the mark on Zander's chest.

Pool. Logan: o_o! Me: lol. Logan: So......u are wearing a swimsuit?? Me: curious? Logan: not really...can I see? I smiled and set my camera, extending my arm above me, pulling on a sexy pose of me, revealing my bikini outfit along with my scars which Logan doesn't mind. When he saw this, I squeezed my cleavage to get the extra points and snapped a shot. Once I sent it to Logan immediately, he replied before I could put down my phone, and I laughed.

--- Inside the main workshop. Twisted bodies convulsed, clinging to rafters, nails grown into hooked iron. Blood leaked from their eyes, mouths and chests. Their screams were a rasping hybrid of human and animal. Lucien extended a hand; blood energy radiated from him and formed a red shield around Evelyn. “You can’t kill these with ordinary rounds. Only fire will do.” His voice was hoarse. Evelyn nodded, drew the flame nozzle from her sidearm, and pulled the trigger. A ribbon of blue plasma swept out, devouring the creatures in a sea of fire.