Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novels & Stories

It was smooth, sending a low rumble that commanded authority. A sudden pause occurred, and everyone's eyes darted toward the direction of the command. It was Leonardo Rutherford—one of the deadliest men in the room, a well-known drug lord and magnate. Immediately, the room went cold. The boss silently signaled the bodyguards to release her. "Let's hear your starting price," Leonardo said, his calm voice laced with keen interest. At that moment, Scarlet snatched the rope that held her robe from the bodyguard, using it to hold her robe back.

He hadn’t become the president of the Bank's enterprise yet, so, he can’t die at the moment. “Leonard, you are despicable. It seems you don’t really love your wife, that’s why you brought a sniper here with you. Although Gavin was scared silly, he still put up a tough front. Leonard had seen through him. Growing up with Gavin, he knew him too well.

He thought that Snow was captured by Joel and asked for Yuri's help to look for Snow in the Hiltons' Mansion, so Leon was not overly worried about Snow. To his bewilderment, it was not Joel, but Gordon who captured Snow. Leon had his doubt about Gordon's involvement concerning the previous incident in Elegante Group, but let Gordon go out of respect for Darius; not only did Gordon not appreciate it, but he also plotted to capture Snow, so Leon was practically seething with anger.

Sheldon did not expect that Charlie would ask him about Leonardo, who had already been dead for twenty years. He subconsciously said, “Yes… But Leonardo Waldron has already been dead for twenty years… What does he have to do with Ten Thousand Armies?” Charlie laughed and said, “The lord of Ten Thousand Armies is Leonardo Waldron’s son. His name is Porter Waldron. You should still remember him, right?” “What?!” Sheldon was shocked as if he had just been struck by lightning, and he said out loud, “Porter, he… he actually became the lord of Ten Thousand Armies?!”

I followed him with my eyes. Nate quirked a brow at me in question. "What?" He asked. "It's nothing. There's just something about Leonard. I can't place my finger on it. He's very capable." I said as I began to take the stairs up to the main entrance door. "He's the leader of a squadron. We'll talk later. Get some rest. We'll be interrogating the captive in an hour." Nate suggested, turning back to the guards. "Attention!" His voice was back to firm and commanding.

A second later, someone screamed loudly in pain. Natasha watched in horror as he turned to another corner and let loose another bullet. Then he grabbed her arm, pulled her towards the closet and pushed her in. "Stay in here. No matter what happens, do not come out." "Wait!" she cried out, grabbing his arm. "What's happening? Who are these people?" "They're here for me." Leonard said emotionlessly. "I don't understand. Who are you?" He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Don Leonardo, godfather of the Iron Blood Cartel."

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

Leon was rather clever and had managed to spin the story around. Kace frowned as his voice turned icy. He wasn’t dumb. “Stop trying to be clever, Leon. Where is Snow?” “Snow Fenner? Stop kidding me, Brother Jones. How would I know where she is?” “You sent people to kidnap her.” Leon fervently shook his head. “This is a misunderstanding, Brother Jones! I will never do anything bad toward the artists of Autumn Field Media. I know Tyr Summers is the man behind the company!” “Quit fooling around, Leon Perez.” Kace was starting to lose his patience. “Tell me where Snow is, or I am going to show you the consequences.”

Their instincts were sharp enough to recognize danger. Leonard was seen as a handsome man with a cold face who came to Bowen's blacksmith workshop without being invited. His eyes were cruel, and his smile was icy on his thin lips. His skin was pale white like snow. He was tall and slender. His irises were yellow like a cat's, and his eyeballs were black. When he smiled, his teeth looked white with pointed fangs that slightly stick out between his lips. Blackish purple energy surged from his body, and he felt pressing. His fingers were tapered with pointed nails. “Good Evening,” Leonard said in his voice that sounded cold as ice. But, he tried so hard to be friendlier as he could be.

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.