Captain Cold Arrow Novels & Stories

"He was a mafia heir of the North. They grew up together with his friends Ashton and the others. They are bound to every part of America. Arrow was a great man and friend to all, not until his parents died. He became cold to everyone, he never showed his emotion to anyone. The thing I know was that there was a girl he is obsessed with and everyone predicts that the girl can only be the one who can bring back the real Arrow," he narrated playing drawing something on the sand but I couldn't understand. "A girl? Who do you think is that girl?" Was it me? Was it that the reason why we had pictures together.

He nodded a bit, when he stood up he supported me and gently pulled me closer to his body. "Is he dead?" Noah's voice trailed off and I saw Arrow grin. "Nah, unfortunately not but he looks like shit. It's a pity you were prevented from killing the idiot, if ever I am the person who saw you? I will even fucking help you drown him in the ocean." Arrow shook his head. "Those demons deserve death and punishment," he shook his head and turned to me. "You okay, Reagan?" He murmured. "Y-Yeah," I murmured.

Normally, people, can't see them Depending, on what is used for the color can changes. The arrow is painless and always hits its target once the arrow hits the target the arrow melts into the body. There only a few people that have this power and Zeze knew where it came from. Zeze could have easily stopped the arrow, but his anger got the best of him when Novella taking bad about god. He didn't stop the arrow he knew the type of arrow it was just by looking at it. Talking to Novella wasn't getting anywhere he stood up and said'' You're going to regret this'' Zeke

"My orders come directly from the General, Arrow. I'm here to clean up the mess left by you incompetent fools. Your mission failed. I'm taking over." "But..." "Silence!" Ben snapped, stepping forward. "The General's orders are clear: Ice is to be eliminated, and the children are to be brought to the rendezvous point alive. You were too sloppy. Now, you stand down and let me handle the traitor. It's the only way you survive this night." Arrow, intimidated by Ben’s uniform and the implied authority, hesitated. He knew Hardy was ruthless. If Ben truly had a direct order, arguing was suicide. He signaled his men to lower their weapons.

He turned it around and aimed at Valen whose heart skipped a beat. Aldridge reached out for the bow and fixed everything all in. He positioned himself, almost like he intended to shoot Lucan. He smirked and then lowered his hand. "Do you know the name of this arrow? It's called Arrow of Death. No one can ever survive its heat. This arrow pierces through your whole body and brings out your heart." He explained and put the arrow and bow back. Lucan looked away, his lips parted as he tried to exhale in relief. His whole body shook because he thought he was a target.

“You?” “Mmmm-hmmm.” She looked at him again, that sound instantly throwing her back to Friday night. She flushed, then stiffened her spine. If he was going to let the cat out of the bag, fine. He could just go ahead and stop messing around. She’d deal with it. “So – can I help you?” she asked crisply. “You need something?” “Actually, he’s here for me,” Arrow said, appearing at her side and pulling his long, black hair into a ponytail. “You ready, man?”

“Sir?” “And effective immediately,” the coach continued, voice firm, “you’re reinstated as captain.” For half a second, the rink was a bit silence, then voiced filled the air. “What?” “Thank Goodness.” “Finally! Someone better—” I grinned so hard my face was hurting. Victor looked like he was going to kill someone if he had the means. I shoved Asher in the shoulder excitedly. “You hear that, Captain?” He looked stunned, but there was a smile still etched to his face. “I—yeah. I heard. I almost can't believe it.”

Her silver-streaked hair was pulled back in a tight braid, her training clothes simple but clearly of royal quality. Captain Thorne stood several paces behind her, his arms crossed as he observed with critical eyes. Neither acknowledged the twins' arrival. Elizabeth loosed the arrow, which struck the target's centre with a solid thud. Without pausing, she reached for another from the quiver at her back, nocked it, and fired again. The second arrow split the first, embedding itself in the exact same spot. "Show-off," Buck muttered under his breath, though a reluctant admiration crept into his tone.

The man wearing black cloak told the bandits who seemed to be their leader. The cloaked man had a blue bow and arrows on his back. He drew out his bow and took an arrow. He placed the arrow in the bow and positioned himself. “Ice Shot,” he called. The arrow glowed into blue and then he released the arrow towards the direction. Arth felt something coming towards him and he never lost a second looking back, instead he took his sword and jumped from his horse quickly. The blue arrow pierced through the horse’s neck from above and the horse fell into the ground. The neck of the horse began to freeze and expand until it was completely frozen.

To the right, a two-story-high promotional banner hung from the ceiling. It was a giant portrait of Aaron. He was staring directly ahead, his gray eyes fierce and unyielding, his jaw set in a hard line under his helmet. The gold captain’s "C" was emblazoned proudly on his chest. Below his image, the text read: ‘THE ICE KING: REIGNING CAPTAIN’ I swallowed hard, looking away. Five years ago, I was the one who sat in a cramped, drafty college apartment, pressing ice packs to his bruised ribs when he couldn't afford a trainer, sharing a single sleeve of cheap crackers because our bank accounts were empty.