Captain Cold Arrow Novels & Stories

“This is Crown business.” “Everything is Crown business,” I replied. “Until the Crown collapses.” A bowstring tightened somewhere behind them. I felt it— not with my ears, but with instinct. I smiled. “Lower your weapon,” I said to the unseen archer. “You won’t like what happens next.” A pause. Then, slowly,the string eased. The captain swallowed. “Who are you?” I tilted my head. “You already know.” Recognition flickered across his face now. Not certainty. Nof Rumor.

I could tell from the way her aura’ he advises, but I block him out. After Bianca left, Captain Archer asked me, “Commander, the White-Coat Warriors have been handed over to Katrina, so why did you agree to Bianca’s request? Nowadays, although there are fewer troublemakers in the army, there is still a lot of private gossip, saying that Katrina Snow is not worthy of the position. If Katrina Snow loses...” he pauses, glancing. “Katrina Snow will not lose,” I say confidently. Even though I have never seen Bianca, I know with Katrina’s ability, she can’t lose like that.

"Yes. Three arrows. Bullseyes only. Three points for blue. Two for red. Your best archer against mine. If Shadowclaw wins, you gain full access to the ridge for the entire rogue season." "And if Bloodmoon wins?" "We keep our borders closed and Shadowclaw stops pestering us about it until next year's summit." Fin didn't hesitate. "Done. Who will Bloodmoon put forward?" Balen lifted two fingers. A tall, seasoned captain stepped forward, white hair half tied back, bow in hand. "Captain Holt. Though I warn you, he's the finest archer in Varos." "A strong choice." "And who is Shadowclaw's best archer?"

"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.

Ariel Taking a cab to the address Hazel sent to me , on getting to the place before my cab driver could even get to the gate of which seems to lead to the main building which wasn't even in sight at the moment, a security personnel made a sign indicating for us to stop which we did , he came to side of the car , knocking softly on the driver's side of the window is indicating for him to wine down. " What business do you have in this arena", his voice was so rough it would make a little girl cry. " Sorry to bother but I'm here to see a friend of mine , she lives here", Ariel replied calmly so as not to offen the already pissed guy . " Who " , came his voice. " Hazel, I do not know if you woul

He was furious as he said to himself, "That little bastard's swing clearly has power that surpasses a martial god. No wonder he's acting so brazenly. This can't do. I have to report this to the superiors immediately and get them to send some powerhouses here to take care of him." The commander took a deep breath and flung his wrist suddenly. A dark red flash shot out toward Chase. It was a hidden arrow. The arrow had a strong numbing lethal poison slathered on it. Any ordinary martial artist who came in contact with it would surely die. However, Chase did not even give it a second look. He opened his palm to grab the arrow before crushing it right away. "You're seeking death!" The commander

"This will not end without blood." The strange man chuckled. "Oh, but it does," he said. "It has to end in bloodshed. Because that's the only way to bring about change.” *********** ARROW’S POV The trigger was pulled and suddenly the CEO was sprawled across the ground with an arrow embedded in his chest. I blinked - where did an arrow come from? The shade man smiled, and I saw that he had a bow with him. "I see," he said in a voice that conveyed madness "I have been training for this time for quite some time now, and I will not be stopped."

Arrow exhaled sharply and rubbed his face for the first time in weeks. “They’re going to succeed,” he said finally. “Unless I do something they can’t absorb.” Celeste looked up sharply. “What kind of something?” He met her gaze steadily. “I step down.” Silence fell hard. “No,” Celeste said immediately. “It triggers chaos,” Arrow continued. “Destabilizes the takeover. Forces exposure.” “And destroys you,” she shot back. He shook his head. “I’ll survive.” Celeste stood abruptly. “You don’t get to martyr yourself without consent.”

"Stubborn captain. Okay. Together." The man turned into an alley between two old buildings. Snow covered the ground. We followed careful. I whispered. "He stopped. Near the end of the alley." Kade slowed. "I see him. Stay behind me." We approached slow. The man stood under a dim light. He held the sign again. SASHA. Kade called out. "Hey. You. Why that name? Who are you?" The man smiled slow. "Kade Volkov. Nice game tonight. Your brother would be proud."

I smile at them, but we’re all lost in our thoughts about how to improve as we make our way back to the line. “Again,” says the Captain, nodding. We all get into our stances and raise arrows to bowstrings, ready to fire. The Captain has us going for hours, until my arms ache from drawing my bow. As we fire round after round, he works with each of us, giving more basic pointers to the other two and working with me to refine my shot. By the end, I hit the bullseye with consistency, and I can’t keep the smile from my face.