Captain Cold Arrow Novels & Stories

Several arrows found their mark, piercing the commander's feet as it took to the air. Before the Merlock commander could grasp the situation, a wave of excruciating pain overwhelmed his senses. The arrows, typically incapable of breaching his formidable defenses as a warrior of the 7th circle of the A-rank, now pierced through him effortlessly. In a swift and merciless onslaught, a barrage of arrows rained down upon him. Dozens struck his body, followed by another barrage targeting his neck and finally his head. The once formidable commander, known for his strength and stature, crumpled to the ground lifeless, devoid of any chance of survival.

Arrow said smiling devilishly making tingles go through my body. He put me down and covered my eyes. The twins led me down the hallway, I heard the door open before being pulled into a room. “Are you ready?” Arion’s voice whispered in my ear. “Yes,” I whispered barely audible even to myself. “One… Two… Three!” Arrow yelled as he took his hand from my eyes.

"You don't lie, Violet. I stand corrected in the face of such an archer." "You have to teach me that shot," one of the younger soldiers said. A chorus of agreement came from the rest. Even the captain grudgingly shook her hand. Violet grinned, enjoying her victory far more than she anticipated. But it was short-lived. An arrow, bone white and coated in cobalt blue powder, sunk into Captain Dana's shoulder. He fell to the ground. His men immediately formed ranks around him and the king. "Where did it come from?" "Who's got an eye on the shooter?"

Chapter Thirty One Aaron’s POV Perched in my grand chair on the rooftop garden, I indulge in the decadence of a cigar, its smoke intertwining with the night air. The city below, a mesmerising tapestry of lights, serves as a backdrop to my calculated actions. My fingers glide over the sleek bow, arrows catching the moonlight menacingly. The prisoners below quiver, their fear palpable. I speak, my voice commanding obedience, as the sharp arrows find their marks with lethal precision. Each release is a declaration of my unyielding dominance.

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

But chaos was already unraveling. “We trusted your department,” the client rep said through clenched teeth. “This is unacceptable.” Nathan’s jaw hardened. His eyes darted to Charlotte again. Searching, questioning, almost protective. And then… Behind her, at the doorway, Vanessa leaned against the wall.Smiling. Not a big smile. Just a tiny, satisfied curl of her lips,gone the second anyone looked. No one noticed. No one except Nathan that is. His eyes flicked toward Vanessa and something cold passed across his expression.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

"She's great, Captain. Really good lower body strength from what I can tell," Emrys wrapped his arm protectively around my waist, his hand that once held my hand now gripping my hip tightly as the waves of male jealousy and slick anger slide off of him; I only hoped a fight wouldn't break out. "You're needed from the King himself - I suggest you leave sooner rather than later," "Of course," Arrow smiled and slung his gym bag over his shoulder, when he reached the exit, Arrow looked back. "See ya tomorrow, Celeste,"