Heat Wave Captain Cold Novels & Stories

🍆Crashing Waves🍆 The ocean roared as another wave slammed against the Malibu shore, spraying cold mist across my sun-kissed skin. I was lying on my towel in a tiny red bikini that barely covered anything, trying to read a book but failing miserably. My eyes kept drifting to him… the surfer who had been dominating the waves for the past hour. His name was Kai. I’d heard girls whispering it on the beach. Tall, tanned, ripped abs glistening with saltwater, messy sun-bleached hair, and a dangerous smile that made my thighs press together every time he looked my way.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: You Don't Touch What's Mine POV: Elias Voss The late morning sun gilded the city skyline outside Elias Voss’s office window, transforming steel and glass into a river of molten gold. It was a view he’d commanded for years, a symbol of dominion hard-won and fiercely guarded. Today, its beauty was lost on him. He stood motionless, a silhouette etched against the brilliance, his gaze fixed on a point far beyond the gleaming towers. His jaw was a hard line, clenched tight enough to ache. His mind, usually a whirlwind of strategy and calculation, was unnervingly still, honed to a razor’s edge. And beneath the controlled exterior, deep in his marrow, a familiar, glacial chill

It was dark and unexpectedly hot. The temperature for the area around the cave was so hot. Heatwave surged from the underground and a strange vapor was floating all around the cave, The five birds and Sirene were sweating that you could easily see a drop of water falling down their exquisite face. However, Soheila looks like she doesn't feel any heat at all. Soheila was not sweating even an ounce of sweat was not visible on her delicate face. It was due to her rank level.

Lightning flashed across the black sky, illuminating the massive figure waiting for me. Captain Kai stood with his captain’s jacket open, white shirt plastered to his broad, tattooed chest from the rain. Water streamed down his face and neck. His eyes burned even in the darkness. “You’re late, brat,” he growled, grabbing my wrist and yanking me against him. “It’s three-oh-two,” I shot back, already breathless as cold rain soaked through the thin silk. “And this storm is insane. Couldn’t you have picked a calmer night to…”

'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.

Their armors already covered their faces, showing that they were ready for battle. At this moment, Kalen faintly felt like he could hear boss music being played. His jaw dropped completely, as he saw the captains moving with the shoe on the water surface like master sea surfers who knew their stuff. He had heard of anti-gravity shoes, but he had never heard of this water cheat. “Try your best to escape.” The overall Spartan Captain, Captain Vladimir’s deep voice commanded the last battleship on the comm as he led his Captains to fight for their last battleship’s survival.