Who Is The Bald Guy In Logan Novels & Stories

His presence seemed like a Catalyst on the exhausted rebels – they saw that the junk plug, the Heaven had fallen, the nightmare was back. A figure from the ranks of the rebels separated from the group and ran our cabin. She ripped off her heavy breathing mask. It was a young man with wild ashes-blowing hair and eyes running red before exhaustion were. His fingers were drawn by light frost. “You... you are coming from the inside of the tunnel?” he glowed and stopped at the door frame the steel coil. “I am Logan, the first navigator of the tidal rebels. Our radio

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.

I can’t do that again. “Logan. For real. Don’t say anything to her. Promise me, please?” Logan heaves a huge sigh but finally agrees, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. “What else did you want to debrief on? The guys were funny, except for James. Something is up with him. Did you ask him later on if he was okay?” Logan looks at me like I’m weird to suggest it. “No, he’s a grown man. He’ll talk about it if he wants to. You handled Elias well, and it seems like you’ll get along well with the Triple Threat.”

A new member of Foedus has joined them, and he serves as the whip during the organization's initiation process. Logan became a member of Foedus because he was Trace's cousin, one of the founders of the Foedus Organization, and the leader. Since they are both cousins, he always accompanies him everywhere. They are close to each other like brothers. Logan is always behind Trace and supports what he does, even if it's silly and so does Trace. He cursed him at first but his cousin never left him. Logan is the only child of politician Zobel Castillejo. He owns the Black Eagles. Their client was not only in the Philippines but also throughout Asia.

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.

Natalia and Mosetsana on the other hand had smug smiles on their faces. Logan shot a glare at the two women before stalking towards the elevators. He pressed in the last floor and seconds later, the elevator opened and he stepped in, but someone stopped the doors before they could close, and stepped in. It was a buff, coloured man with tanned skin and a scar on his face. Logan only knew one man with such a description. “David.” Logan acknowledged as they stood side by side, waiting for the elevator to reach the last floor. “We need to talk.” David said in a serious tone.

That’s when I saw him. Logan. He stepped out of the guardhouse casually, holding a cup of coffee like he had all the time in the world. His white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, tan skin tanned from summer patrols. He looked like the picture of Moonstone perfection. Even if he wasn’t Moonstone. And he was smirking. Not at the driver. Not at the situation. At me. Our eyes locked through the window. His smirk widened. It was smug. Confident. Like he knew something I didn’t. Like he’d won.

Shooting him a look that told him to shut up, the guards made their way over to Logan, their hands cocked on the guns in their holsters. “What’s going on?” one of the guards asked. Logan looked up at them, his face contorted with fake pain. “Some bastard shot me. I was in my blind, waiting for an elk I’ve been tracking. I stepped out of my blind to take a piss, and someone shot me. They must have thought I was an elk or a bear. Good, it hurts so bad. I think I’m dyyyying,” Logan wailed. It was an incredibly convincing performance.

His eyes, a captivating shade of blue, seem to hold a world of experiences, reflecting both warmth and determination. Beneath his striking exterior, Logan is a man of great depth and integrity. As a brother, he is fiercely protective of his younger sibling, Mia, and values family bonds above all else. His strong sense of responsibility is evident in his transition from military service to founding a company that specializes in training bodyguards, a testament to his unwavering dedication. Logan possesses the highest level of discipline I've ever encountered. Though he is often seen as stoic, Logan is also remarkably perceptive, able to gauge the emotional undercurrents of a situation. While

This was our home, our people, and we weren’t going to let it fall, not while I could still stand, not while Elena was still breathing beside me. A blur broke past the warriors and lunged toward Elena—I turned, too slow—and that was when he appeared. Logan. He slammed into the rogue midair, sending both of them crashing to the ground. He looked like hell, face swollen, shirt torn, limping badly, but his eyes were sharp and locked on the enemy. “I didn’t come to steal your mate,” he said without looking at me, blood dripping from his lip, “I came to protect her.”