Captain Cold On The Flash Novels & Stories

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

“They’d use it to manipulate me. They won't hide it.” Maria doesn’t smile. She watches me for a moment longer, then reaches over and takes my hand. “I’m not saying it’s true. I’m sayingsomething caused that migraine. Something triggered those flashes. And you should be careful.” “I am.” “You should also probably talk to Cassian.” “No.” “That was fast.” I shake my head quickly. “He already acts like a storm cloud with legs. I’m not adding to it.” Maria laughs. “Enid, sweetheart… he stayed with you all night. He hasn’t stopped pacing since we got here.”

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?

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.”

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.

“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.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

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.