Captain Cold Arrow Novels & Stories

This was not the time to lose control. Caleb raised the bow again, pointing it at my chest. “I’d advise you to tread carefully, Alpha,” he said with a smirk. “This arrow, it’s not just a normal one. It’s coated with wolfsbane and silver.” He smiled wider. “Just one shot and one tiny mistake can make this arrow go through your chest and you will die in seconds.” Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow.

He persevered for 10 breaths and killed two more opponents but he knew that his end was coming. "WHOOSHH!" an arrow raced for his skull. Evan wanted to dodge but he simply could not alter the motion of his body anymore. An intense impulse to close his eyes came over him but he fought it off. Evan sighted beyond the arrow to gaze at the person who held the bow. It originated from a fat man, his commander Captain Gerald. The arrow was spot on between the center of his eyebrows. If it would land true to its mark, the shot would be fatal.

It looked like a database system. He clicked on the first image zooming in on the photo to make the picture large on the screen. A white guy with eyes dark and cold like ice, his handsome chiseled face half hiding under the black hoody he was wearing took up half of the screen. Dark Shadow, aged thirty-six, has been with the agency for ten years rank Alpha, the weapon of choice Arrow. Fast, blends in with the shadows his kills never see him coming, has over hundreds of targets to his name.

However, he was spooked by the close call and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He had almost died. It was so close. That was when a Soul Fracturing Arrow appeared in front of Captain Himmel. It was about to hit him. However, he was the captain of these guards and had a lot of experience in battle. He was not one to be trifled with. Captain Himmel was prepared for the Soul Fracturing Arrow. He swung his sword at it. Ding!!! A sharp sound rang out as his blade collided with the arrow. Captain Himmel felt the tremendous force from his blade, causing his arms to numb, and he struggled to maintain his grip on his weapon.

The impact numbed his entire arm. These weren't ordinary warriors. The second figure reached Noah. Before Grayson could react. The Guardian moved. One swipe of its massive paw shattered the warrior completely. Armor exploded into black dust. The remaining figures never slowed. They kept advancing. Silent. Relentless. The Prophet raised both hands. Silver symbols burst into the air around him. The hooded followers joined him. Ancient chants echoed through the tunnel. Chains of moonlight erupted from the stone, wrapping around two more armored warriors.

I watched the life snuff out of the rogue and he fell back down to the ground. There was a huge applause as I turned around to face the champions. Even Kill bird appeared to have been quite impressed. But I was not done yet. I walked back to the ground and picked up the arrow. Kaidon could tell what I was about to do because he was shaking his head in fear. I aimed for Kieran’s head with the arrow but the captain of the Alpha breaks the arrow into pieces with his sword before it could get to Kieran. “Are you out of your mind!” Kieran yelled and growled in my direction.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

“You look… trapped.” Tears burned my eyes, but I shook my head. “Not here. Please. He’s watching.” Andrew reached for my hand, just for a second, his fingers brushing mine. The warmth of his touch nearly undid me. But then a shadow stretched across the hallway. Arrow. His expression was calm, almost pleasant. But his eyes… his eyes were knives. 🗡️ Andrew dropped my hand instantly, his face hardening. “Mr. Dawson,” Arrow said smoothly, extending his hand as if greeting an old friend. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

One of them opened the door and Ethan stepped out. His private army was huge and well trained. Only a trustworthy and experienced man could handle Ethan's security affairs. Standing at six feet' five inches, with a huge body packed with hard muscles and raw power, Arrow was the perfect leader. He had undergone intense training in Asia before returning to work for Ethan. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Welcome, boss." After Ethan acknowledged him, they walked together towards the luxury house. On the way, Arrow informed him of recent developments. "We were able to retrieve voice recordings made by Jackson Whyte. The voice actor has listened to them and he's been practicing inside,

"He didn't come from the outside, Sire. He has been hiding in plain sight. He wears the armor of the Vanguard. He wears the crest of the Northern Shadows!" Silas grabbed Magnus by the collar of his crimson robes, hauling the ancient man halfway off the floor. "Give me the name!" Silas roared, his fangs fully extended. "It's... it's the captain of the..." Magnus never finished the sentence. THWACK. The sound was wet, heavy, and completely unexpected. Before Kael could react, before Silas could shield him, a thick, black arrow forged entirely from solid shadow materialized out of thin air and slammed directly into the back of Magnus’s skull.