Captain Cold In Flash Novels & Stories

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

“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.”

The sonogram attached to the thread was the killing blow. "She’s pregnant," I whispered. "The timeline... it matches his trip to London for the European Screen Awards. While I was here handling the pack’s logistics and keeping Doña Carmen happy, he was starting a legacy with her." Mason stared at the screen, his jaw tightening. "That bastard. He’s the captain of the Ice Kings, the face of the North, and he’s out here pulling this? Elena, if this gets out, the pack hierarchy will crumble. The scandal alone—"

“Nah, man, I’m Night Wing. I guess that makes you Aquaman.” Micah shrugs, “Wait then, who is Priest?” I give them all a straight face. “I don’t know. How about The Flash?” Connor shakes his head. “Nah, he’s too broody, so he would be, The Green Arrow, and Corbin is the Flash.” Micah snickers. “So that’s settled, Gideon is Cyborg, and Dragon can be Hawk Man. But then again, maybe we’re more like Marvel characters since there are more of us.” He raises his hand playfully. “I vote to be Captain America.”

Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries, was a god-like existence in Dark Cape. He not only overthrew the brutal rule of Tyrant, the captain of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries, but he also exempted Dark Cape of all taxes. Almost all crimes had been eradicated from Dark Cape now. Everyone here felt that their life here was like heaven, so they respected David a lot. “Are you in charge here?” David asked. “Yes, Captain,” the manager replied humbly. “They’re still here, right?” “Yes, they’ve been in the room this entire time. I've been watching the door on the monitor, and they definitely didn't come out.”

The most recent encounter with my enemy, that if not for the Princess of the Royal Pack, he would have been apprehended. Charlie, the leader of the rogues. I almost got him that day, it's been years of catch and chase, years of war between his pack and mine. His father was the reason many of my pack warriors died. But the warriors of the Cold Mountain Pack made him an orphan at such a young age. It wasn't an easy task to kill and hunt the rogues at the city, due to the presence of humans and the peace treaty between them that might stir up.