Novel & Cerita Captain Cold Arrow

They laughed in unison, the sound sweet and careless to my ears. For the first time in a long time I felt like a king; hell, I was a king. The Lombardi name still meant something in this city, even if the old men whispered that we’d lost our edge. They were wrong. I had money, women, respect. Everything a man could want. Then the glass door to the terrace slid open. One of my soldiers, Arrow, broad-shouldered, always too serious stepped out in his black suit, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. He stopped a respectful distance from the tub and cleared his throat.

The cold immediately seeped through my thin gloves. I managed ten before my hands slipped and I slammed chest-first onto the ice. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I lay there for a second, the cold seeping into my bones. I could hear the muffled sounds of the team trying not to laugh. A shadow fell over me. Jax stood above me, looking down. "Get up." I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my pride stinging more than my chest. "Having fun, Captain? Is this your idea of team-building?"

The satisfaction of seeing the bullet travel and hitting the core at the center of its back made me grin. “Sharp as ever, Zarah.” Jackie lets out an impressed whistle. “It seems like the captain is also done with his prey—or preys.” Archer has just landed on the ground, looking up at Galvin and the others while they descend the fire escape. “Looks like the captain wants us to come back.” She says after we spot Archer looking in our direction and waving us over. “Hold on tightly to me, Zarah.”

* Suddenly I was stunned when I remembered what the Admiral told me about the arrows, I looked at Zero who until now has been playing with arrows. "How did you tame the arrows?" I asked so Zero was stunned. "The Admiral said, the arrows are elusive and they only follow their former boss. Are you the former owner of that arrow?" I asked so he looked at me. The arrows fell to the floor, which he picked up and placed in the correct container. He looked at me and smiled then shook his head. "I'm not the boss of the arrow. You forget that I'm a Steler, and i can handle all the equipment here. "He answered so I nodded. Of course, he is the son of the owner of this school so he can probably handle

“How long have you known I’m not Marley?” “You think I’m stupid?” “No, I—” “You’re Marley’s roommate,” he continued, and how accurate he was left me gagged. “You agreed to stand in for her.” There was no way out of this. I needed to bury my pride and solve this reasonably. He was a hockey captain. He had a reputation. The looks. Possibly power. Who knew what he could do? So I huffed a laugh, then turned to face him like we were really good friends. “Of course you can’t be fooled, you’re Vinn Graham,” I forced a smile. “I was totally expecting that.”

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac

". I heard my warriors answered before running fast to join the fight. I ran as fast as I could to help the alpha King when I notice two of the rogues are fighting with his wolf form. But an arrow was faster as I notice it flew from the sky, I could smell the stench of one of the most powerful weapon against our race. "Silver!". And it is going to hit him. My eyes widens as my claws clutches on the ground, but another wolf is faster than the silver arrow. His Beta wolf shielded his own body against the silver arrow aimed for the Alpha King. He receives the arrow with his body of fur, causing it's sharp tip to sink in his neck, and another one came and hit him in the chest as he stands to blo

The lifeless symbols seemed to be singing some kind of sacred chant among themselves. So far, flame trident has always taken the first spot among all the Soul-Armas in terms of appearance, but now the Cursed Arrow has now stolen its spot. Despite such a phenomenal appearance, Creed didn’t even bat an eye at the poor arrow. He was busily glistening at the ball of icy blue flame, craving to burn everything that comes in contact. Inside this ball of flame sat a living, breathing creature that almost took his breath away.

The pitch black color muddled with purple glossy shimmer was singing the wails of its precision and power. A harmonious blend of two highly sought-after materials from two distinct advanced civilizations, these arrows are a true representation of what can be achieved when worlds collide. A hybrid unparalleled strength and flexibility. "Gosh!! They look gorgeous…," Creed muttered with awe while examining the arrows. "And they're quite sturdy too!" "Awesome. So, 245 arrows… hmm. If I can use one arrow three times, then it should last me 2-3 hunts," he calculated. His digital watch suddenly rang, breaking his concentration. It was Rolin, confirming the delivery. Creed answered immediately.

"My name is Roel And I work here, as a doctor and as a mentor. You don't need to panic, we are going to take care of you, and help you come to terms with who you are, while we figure out exactly what you remember. Is that okay?" He speaks so calmly, so kindly, that I can't help but relax. "We are so happy to have you home, Avila. This is truly a blessing," Crimson murmurs, clutching my hand as a single tear rolls down her cheek. Home. What a horrifying thought.