Captain Cold In Flash Novels & Stories

We use both. Kade gave a tired smile. Good. Now get the kid home. He needs rest. We all do. The big defenseman helped the kid to a car. The group broke up slow. Cars started leaving the lake house. The night air felt colder now. I stood with Kade watching the last smoke rise. They wanted us dead he said quiet. Not scared. Dead. I know I answered. But we are alive. And we have proof now. That metal changes everything. He touched my arm quick where no one could see. We end this soon Captain. Together.

Asher broke into a full run, and before I could even blink, the three of them locked hands in front of their chests like they were bracing for impact. “Brace!” Noah yelled dramatically. Asher collided into them anyway, and the four of them staggered backward in a chaotic tangle of limbs and laughter. “You idiot!” Rowan wheezed. “You missed me,” Asher shot back. Ellis stepped back first, looking him over. “Why are you smiling like you won the lottery?” Asher didn’t hesitate. “I finished fighting the biggest battle of my life,” he said simply. “Now I get to just be your captain.”

They only care who makes them powerful. And Cassian… Cassian is the opposite of what they wanted. Uncontrollable. Uncooperative. Cold. Powerful in his own right. Untethered to them. He doesn’t bow. He doesn’t bend. He doesn’t need anything from them. And worst of all… He took me out of their hands.** I sit on the couch again, a humorless laugh escaping me. “Is that it? Are they furious because they lost control of me?” Maybe. But somewhere in that mix of rage, disappointment, and manipulation, there’s something else.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

Those cocky bastards always looked down on any sport that didn’t involve smashing people into rinks. John and Zane being Alphas and captains of both teams carried the enmity on their shoulders. I shot John a sharp look. “When did you and Zane get close enough to strike deals?” He shrugged like it was nothing. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” “But why me?” I asked. “Does he think I’m that fucking monkey from Dora the Explorer, here to guide him through his gay exploration?” Every time there was tension between both teams, between John and Zane, I was always there, barking louder than John. Assistant Captain or not, it was my job to back up John.

he asks. "I... no, I'm just…" "Then why are you staring at me like a creep?" The words hit me like a physical blow. Heat floods my cheeks, and I can feel every pair of eyes in the library turning toward us. "I wasn't staring," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I was just…" "Just what? Planning to ask for autograph?" His friends snicker behind him. "Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases."

Alarmed. The man leaned close. Whispered something. The Prophet's face lost color. Not much Just enough but it was there. And suddenly Savannah realized something terrifying. Whatever was happening... the Prophet hadn't expected it. The captain whispered again. The Prophet closed his eyes briefly. Then opened them. Cold. Furious. "Damn it." The curse slipped out before he could stop it. Mason noticed immediately. "So the great Prophet can be surprised." The Prophet ignored him. His gaze swept toward the mountains.

“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.”

Together, they restrain the now-limp Steve and back away, giving me room. Pain radiates from every inch of my bones. It feels like all my tendons are snapping. My body shatters and reorganizes itself. With a scream, I feel my body explode. Immediately, the voice I’ve heard in my dreams countless times whispers to me, ‘Rylee, I’m coming.’ ‘I'm Flash, your wolf. Now, leave this to me. I'll handle it.’ Flash has the most beautiful silver fur and turquoise eyes I’ve ever seen. Despite her relatively small size, she exudes natural leadership, much calmer than I ever was.

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?"