Heat Wave Captain Cold Novels & Stories

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Wake up you sluts!.” Captain growled, splashing water on them. Tina and Meredith scrambled up. their torn clothes were wet, clinging to their skin. Captain’s pulse raced as his dick hardened. “The only person who’s on a holiday here is…” he pointed at himself. He smirked at Tina, his eyes lingering on her breast. Tina scowled and crossed her arms over her chest as she gathered her knees to herself. “Not happy to see me? Or were you beginning to think i would never show up,” Captain said aloud, dragging Tina’s to the iron bar violently with the chain tied to her ankle.

Something hot and possessive coils in my chest. I don’t trust that bastard. Not for one second. And if Luca Vance so much as hurts Noah again— He’s going to learn exactly why I’m the most feared captain in the league. On the ice. Or off it.

"They have searched every rock line along the coast, but her scent profile is completely washed away by the heavy rain." The dark downpour continues to hammer the deck as total night dominates the sky, the temperature dropping to a freezing register that leaves the entire crew shivering with exhaustion. My white tunic is completely soaked through, clinging tightly to my broad shoulders, yet my spine remains perfectly straight at the bow of the ship, my eyes drilling holes into the darkness. "Alpha Gaston, step inside the timber cabin and consume a mug of burning liquor," the ship captain shouts, pouring a hot measure of strong drink to ward off the freezing air. "Your frame will freeze to de

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please, Vote/Comment

"Don't ever test me on my ice again, Captain." He didn't answer. He took a single, slow step toward me, the steel of his skates cutting a deep, deliberate line into the frost. The heavy scent of cedar flared off him—a hot wave that pushed past my visor and filled my mouth. My lungs rebelled, choking on the raw authority of it. The entire arena remained frozen, waiting for the captain to strike me down for the blatant disrespect.

"We have a team outside your mountain estate right now, Captain. The power grid to your valley just dropped, and our guys saw a woman inside the house before the shutters came down." Rhys’s posture went completely rigid. He gripped my arm tighter, though he didn't seem to realize he was doing it. "You are trespassing on private property, Dan. Call your people off before I contact the state police." "You can call whoever you want, Rhys, but we already have the story," the reporter countered, his tone full of corporate confidence. "Our sources inside the front office say you haven't touched a hockey stick in five days. We know about the knee. We are running the headline at midnight: *The eight

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 ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.