Legends Of Tomorrow Captain Cold Novels & Stories

He finally turned to me, his eyes were the coldest I had ever seen them. “I don’t tolerate lies, Lena,” he said, his voice flat, final. “If you are keeping secrets from me, you’d better pray I never find them because if I do…” He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper that cut through me like glass, “you won’t like what happens next.” Then he opened the door and stepped out, the slam echoing like thunder behind him. I sat frozen. The door was closed but his words still filled the air, circling me, crushing me.

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

Christopher Hale. Hale looked up slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes glinting with something that sent a shiver down my spine. He hadn’t changed—same tailored coat, same quiet menace wrapped in silk and steel. The tattoo on his neck, a black serpent coiled around a dagger, twisted as he moved. “Ethan,” he drawled, pushing off the wall. “Been a while, Miss me?” I straightened my shoulders. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Their sticks weren't wood or obsidian; they were Tachyon-Emitters. Their leader stepped forward. He removed his helmet, revealing a face that sent a shock of recognition through Elara’s soul. He had the same jawline, the same golden eyes—but his skin was a map of scars, and his aura was one of weary, absolute authority. "My name is Elara-7," the figure said, her voice a gravelly echo of Elara’s own. "I am the Captain of the Tomorrow-League. And I’ve come back from the 'End-State' of the Source to tell you one thing: You have to delete the Root-Access."

"I found Evan Ryder. And together, we took down the syndicate. Together, we exposed the truth. Together, we won." The room erupted. Reporters shouted questions. Cameras flashed. The noise was deafening. But Kade did not care. He had said what he needed to say. Evan stepped up to the microphone, his voice clear and strong. "I want to say something. I have been the captain of this team for four years. And in all that time, I have never been prouder of anyone than I am of Kade Volkov. He is not a threat. He is not a cancer. He is a hero. And I am honored to call him my partner."

He got out of the car without his grandson’s help and closed the door. It was quite fun to watch the dynamic between the two men. Seeing them interact reminded me that William Caddel was just a billionaire. He was also someone’s son and grandson. When he was by his grandfather, he lost the cold domineering aura he usually had. It was intriguing to see different sides to him. It made me wonder how many more layers he had. He was a ruthless billionaire (all billionaires were). He was also a kind man who carried me to the hospital when I fainted. He was the considerate grandson who would go miles to fulfill his grandfather’s wish.

Noah walked through them like a man heading to execution. --- The office was cold. Literally and emotionally. Spanning the entire top floor, it looked like a villain’s lair: black steel, matte charcoal walls, and sharp edges. Nothing warm. Nothing soft. Then he saw Elias Voss. Six-foot-something. Black suit tailored like sin. Sharp jaw, slicked-back dark hair, ice-gray eyes behind rimless glasses. He didn’t look up from his laptop. “You’re thirty seconds late,” he said. “I—”

Reader Note: This is an obsessive romance with power imbalance and emotional intensity. If you enjoy dangerous attractions, control dynamics, and slow-burning tension, you’re in the right place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Owned by the Cold CEO: His Fragile Acquisition ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dominic settles into his leather chair, framing himself between her open thighs. He doesn't touch her with his hands first. Instead, he picks up his heavy, silver fountain pen. He presses the nib against her inner thigh. The cold metal makes her flinch, but he doesn't stop. He begins to write. He traces black, permanent ink across her skin, the tip scratching slightly as he signs his name onto her flesh.

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.”