Flash Captain Cold Novels & Stories

He slammed into Cain, tackling him off Jack. They rolled across the terrace. Cain roared, throwing Marcus off. "Get off me, dog!" Cain stood up, panting. He looked at Jack, then at Marcus. "Two on one?" Cain sneered. "Hardly fair." "Three," a voice said. Catherine stepped onto the terrace. Her hands were glowing blue. "Flash Freeze!" She fired a beam of ice at Cain’s feet. Cain jumped. But he was a fraction of a second too slow. The ice caught his left foot, freezing it to the concrete.

He formed a palm print and blasted it at the Icy Crystal Coldsteel Scorpion. "Damn it!" The Icy Crystal Coldsteel Scorpion's eyes flashed with a demonic cold light. This was the embodiment of its extreme anger.

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Many things needs to be change. "Alpha, it seems that the wolf we killed is the son of someone we knew in the past." Beta Derek was waiting for me in my study, looking at an old journal. The names of the elder wolves are written there, I already had a look at it last night and I asked him to confirm it again this afternoon. Charlie or Charles Bowman, the son of Carlo and the Bowman Clan is one of the elders in the Cold Mountain pack of the North. "If this Carlo, is someone who had escaped my wrath many years ago, I'll make sure this time he doesn't."

Crimson asks, panicked as I'm helped by Vade to my feet. “Sorry. I think I passed out.” I rub my forehead, squeezing my eyes shut. That memory was so haunting I don't want to reveal it to them. It is in the past, so it is best left there instead of dredging it up so it can hurt us all over again. “Was it another flashback?” Roel asks brushing my hair back from my face. I didn't realise how damp my forehead is from sweat. “No…no I just felt light headed," I excuse, brushing off all the worried glimpses at my person.

"You know, this one does not suck blood. It is a fruit bat." She loosened her grip on my neck just a little bit and glanced at the smashed bat on the floor. "Oh." "You are okay?" I asked as I drew her to myself, enclosing my arms around her. "Affirmative," she replied. We stood there for a moment when it occured to me. "I should probably phone room service." "You should," she said and released me. We were almost out the bathroom when she smacked my chest. "Why did you not ask if I was naked before zooming in like Flash?"

The flashes came in a continuous, thunderous wave, lighting up the rooftop like a sustained electrical storm, capturing the image that would define the new era: Elias Voss and Noah Hart, hand in hand, undeniable. **POV: Noah** Later, they didn’t return to the penthouse. The penthouse was for hiding, for private moments. This victory demanded a different sanctuary. They returned to their office—*theirs* now—on the top floor of the new building. The moment the heavy oak door swung shut, Noah kicked it closed with his heel, the professional composure shattering. He was already shrugging out of his suit jacket, the adrenaline singing in his veins. “Did you see their faces?” he asked, a laugh bub

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

he said simply. “You better not die,” Storm snapped. “You better not die,” I told him. We stepped into the night like thieves, but our footsteps carried the weight of an army. The river gleamed like a strip of silver under the moon; the current hissed against the rocks as though warning us back. I crouched at the bank and tested the water with my hand — colder than stone, sharp enough to sting. “Fast and quiet,” I whispered. Storm slipped into the water first, cloaked; Jack followed. I waited until Milo was in before I stepped in — the cold cutting through every muscle, but I forced my breath steady. The water swallowed us, carrying away the sound of our movements. We reached the far side dr

What replaced it was pure humiliation and rage. Smack. The slap hit so hard my head snapped sideways instantly. A burning pain spread across my cheek as ringing filled my ears. Kian had put his full strength into it. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Kian roared, "Have I treated you too well or something? Is that why you’ve forgotten who you are? You’re getting way too full of yourself! "I didn’t do anything wrong, so what gives you the right to dump me? I work my ass off supporting this home while you sit around acting paranoid every single day! Lane, you’ve completely disappointed me!"