Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

Nandini clapped while started dancing and made round suddenly her feet slipped and she fell……. Cacophony of the jungle was silent and the only rustling of pine trees was audible. Falcone was sitting on the tree stem, his white shirt a pristine one dripping blood but it was not of Falcone but the Swedish Mafia Capo Ethan Bestoc. He was abducted and brought to the territory of the World's most feared person in Mafia FALCONE D’Alberto. Bloody pimp! His one hand was in the mane of Aslan, his companion of solitude. Aslan also enjoyed the time with his mate who was the exact Human version of its personality. Falcone was leisurely lying on the stem and Aslan enjoying the leisure with his owner cum

Faelon's black feathers were turning white at the tips. "Um, Atlas take a gander at that," she said softly and pointed toward Faelon's wings. Atlas's eyes widened as he chuckled. "Of course, he performed an act of selflessness…way to go, Faelon," he said happily. Faelon creased his brow and gave him a curious glance. "Your larger wing feathers are turning white, my friend," Atlas informed him. Faelon exhaled deeply and moved his wing toward his line of sight and cursed.

Carnation exclaimed, speechless at what she saw. "She's a white albino reticulated python," Luca said, pointing at the large snake in front of them. Carnation couldn't take her gaze away from the young man's pet python. The enormous snake is stunning. It has a very nice color, which is a mixture of white and yellow. "She's beautiful...," she exclaimed again as she moved closer to the cage's glass. "Can you tell me the name of your pet anaconda in Manila? I don't recall you mentioning it."

In this enchanted garden, I must have finally entered the realm of the Legendary Moonbird. A flock of peacocks stood before me. Their slender necks were crowned by crests of feathers, and their fan-like tails displayed a brilliant array of sapphire blues and emerald greens. But how could I discern the Moonbird among them? Which one was it? Then I spotted it. Nestled among the flock were two peacocks as white as snow, their eyes blue like the heavens. What truly set them apart was the pattern of the Nazar Boncuğu woven into their feathers.

“Other new roommates. I am not yet safe. From the dense fern weed a creature proud of our light. She looked like an absurd mixture of an original raptor and a gallic chicken. The Animal was enough to my knee. It had thick, shed legs, a grumped body covered by dazzling, steel blue and emerald green feathers, and a solid, bent beak that effortlessly cracks nuts (or fingers) could. Behind the first birding tripped three more to the light. You pick curious about our modified water filters and pierce deep, grumping Sounds out. “Silas’ archive called her Gallus gallus domesticus,” Kael said quietly. ‘But the

Raking up a few escaping tendrils and with a quick lipstick swipe, she was back in the cabin. Three Alpha’s seat was empty; instead, Joey came face to face with a peregrine falcon perched on a small wooden stand. Falconry was one of the oldest traditions in the United Arab Emirates, dating back at least two thousand years to when tribesmen used falcons to hunt and capture their food. It was now one of the favorite pastimes of the wealthy. Arabic airlines allowed the birds onboard, as long as they wore hoods and were tethered to a glove or a pole perch.

Emlyn glanced at Noah and me laughing at the pair and her eyes were filled with humor. "I don't think they mind in the least, you old fleabag," she teased. All humor was lost when a bright blue flash appeared. A bolt of blue crashed into the platform and my son Faelon stood there with his black wings outstretched. His blue hellfire consumed him as he looked down at me, tucking his wings into Goddess knows where.

Searing pain radiated from every cell in my body. I felt myself struggling in the darkness, falling endlessly downward. I desperately tried to grasp the last glimmer of sunlight, but I was only drawing nearer to hell. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me. I was dragged out of the darkness as sunlight streamed in again, blindingly bright. "Wake up. You're safe now," a deep male voice said near my ear. I forced my eyes open. My vision was blurry. All I could make out was a tall silhouette. A falcon tattoo snaked down from his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt collar. His face was hidden behind a silver mask, his eyes deep and unreadable.

I opened my mouth and closed it again, not sure what to say. He held out the phone to me again, the picture of me in all my rage on the screen. I stared at it for some time before it finally clicked and I gasped. My eyes were not just wolf eyes. They weren’t the copper colour of the Gamma rank, either. They were pale gold, almost white in fact. There was only one rank that held that colour of wolf eyes. “Kaeleigh, you are, without a shadow of a doubt, a pure Alpha.”

The next Griffin will be born from the ashes of the previous Griffin, they will simply die and be born in the forest of fog. The Griffin is almost as tall as her body, the Eagle's face approaches Aranjo's. The eagle's eyes are a combination of black and gold. The Griffin's plumage was pale gold with fine strands of red in between the golden feathers. 'Thank you for helping me!' Aranjo seemed to hear the voice of someone talking to her. Is she hallucinating? inner Aranjo. 'I'm the little bird you saved first!' "Are you talking to me?" asked Aranjo as she approached Griffin.