Captain Cold Flash Novels & Stories

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

It seemed like he was mad at him for revealing information about his life while I was mad at William for not revealing information about his life. I didn’t know where we were going but I didn’t want to ask William so I just trailed behind him. I shouldn’t have been but I was surprised when we arrived at a smaller plane than I was used to. William Caddel was a billionaire so I didn’t know why I was surprised to see that he had a private jet but I was. I wanted to take a look around. I wanted to tour the jet but I was still mad at him and didn’t want to break character.

The warmth in her blood warred against the biting cold, and she pulled her cloak tighter, more out of instinct than need. They had come a long way through wind-scoured cliffs and soul-numbing snow to get here. The Flames Archives had armed them with knowledge and trial-forged resolve. Now, they stood at the edge of enemy territory—the Frost Citadel, heart of the Cryo-Scion’s legacy and his most powerful weapon against the world: cold stagnation. Marcus knelt beside a frozen statue embedded in the wall. It was a man, preserved mid-scream. “These aren’t sculptures,” he muttered. “They’re people.”

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

Sofia shouted, but her voice was drowned out by a low, rhythmic chanting that seemed to come from the very walls of the alleyways. "Cold for the traitors! Ice for the thief! Cold for the traitors! Ice for the thief!" Sofia backed away, her hands glowing with a frantic, sapphire-jade light. She saw the leader of the Cold-Bloods stepping out of the shadows, a heavy iron rod in his hand. He looked at her with a hatred that was as cold as the wind. "Where is your pilot now, Sofia?" the man sneered, raising the rod. "Is he going to fly you away from the winter you created?"

Landon spat and Kain grew angrier. “And you’re a cold blooded murderer.” Kain said, just before they lunged at each other and this time, Landon extended his claws and got a swipe of Kain’s exposed chest. Blood covered the area immediately and Kain staggered, staring at his bloody chest for a few seconds before his lips curled, and he lunged into the air, half transformed. Thunder rumbled again and this time, the ship rocked roughly, causing us all to lose our balance. Thunder cracked above us and I could hear the rough roaring of the ocean as the waves picked up.

"Don't ever test me on my ice again, Captain." He didn't answer. He took a single, slow step toward me, the steel of his skates cutting a deep, deliberate line into the frost. The heavy scent of cedar flared off him—a hot wave that pushed past my visor and filled my mouth. My lungs rebelled, choking on the raw authority of it. The entire arena remained frozen, waiting for the captain to strike me down for the blatant disrespect.

The captain sounded furious. Frick! I forgot about the barrier. Great, really flipping great Astrid. I have about 3 minutes to take down about 25 soldiers and a captain, grab my locket and warp out of here before the barrier fully activates. I speed run down the alley in a flash, towards where I heard the captain. “We have a speedster” I hear a female soldier yell. “Make sure the pickos are active” The captain commands.

*** The moment my skates touched the ice, the arena went deafeningly loud. Eighteen thousand people stood up from their seats. The glass panels along the boards rattled under the impact of thousands of palms slamming against the acrylic. High above center ice, the giant video display flashed my picture in full high definition: THEODORE MAREN — TITANS CAPTAIN. A sea of signs waved across the lower bowl. UNBOWED OMEGA. OUR CAPTAIN. WELCOME HOME, THEO. I skated a slow circle around the faceoff dot, the cold air hitting my face, clean and sharp. No suppressants in my bloodstream. No fake registry tags.