Captain Cold In Flash Novels & Stories

When he pulled up outside her apartment, the night felt strangely calm after the storm of the day. She gathered her things. “Thank you… for trusting me with this.” He nodded once. “Get some rest. Tomorrow won’t be easier.” She hesitated before stepping out. “Sir?” “Yes.” She paused, unsure why the question mattered. “Do you think… we’ll find who leaked it?” His gaze darkened slightly. “We will.” There was something in his tone, certainty mixed with quiet anger. She nodded and stepped out of the car. As she walked toward her building, she felt it again.

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.

I turned around eyes freezing when I saw him, our gazes meeting each other. Justin Star Ryder. Shoot me Dead. He stood there looking better than the cover photo’s, messy brown hair and dark eyes focused on me. I had seen those eyes a thousand times, in so many ways but when he stood there, not half dead, not on a cover of Flair Mag or Vogue, just standing there he looked ….cold. A chill danced across my spine as we held eye contact, his lips pursed in a tight line, his jaw line doing magic all by itself, dressed casually anybody could see he was the son of Robin Ryder because he definitely looked like a million buck.

I smiled but pressed my lips when Aliyah creased her forehead, not liking how I described them. I narrowed my eyes, gazing at the two men in front of me. “Frank’s the Captain America, and Finn’s the Superman.”

He turned over and got up too quickly, instantly pulling on his wounds and causing him to sit back in embarrassment. "What? Has the previously majestic Flash captain lost the ability to even stand up now?" Ronin's sarcastic words made Flash's wounds painful even more. Since Flash was discovered wanting to steal information, he had been imprisoned in the confinement chamber. To prevent him from escaping, his former group of henchmen had tortured him. What was even more ironic was that all those means of torture that Flash had suffered were means that he had invented specifically to use against those prisoners he once captured. He originally thought that the person coming was one of his men or

'One of the coldest places in Beaunotique' Balon thought to himself. Balon walked into the snow passing the Hunstmen doing combat training. Their captain was a the nephew of king Christyl Frost, Ivy Frost, a tall young man with a scarf over his mouth. He had short trimmed pale hair and his grey eyes stayed low. The captain watched his men as they spared with eachother with his arms folded. Balon used to do that too back in the Earth Tribe; he'd just stand there and observe his men beat eachother up and just give comments.'Its alot like back home' he thought.

Was I ever dead? “I have flashbacks of being good at art, and yet I try now and I’m miserable,” I explain to them. “I hate all the food I used to like, and people tell me I was mean and yet I don’t feel the need to be that way.” “Interesting," Jeremy murmurs. They both scribble all this down on their notepads. Roel claims he trusts them, that they won't share this information with the public. “So you have flashbacks often?” Marie asks.

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.

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.