Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

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.

A little time outside in the garden sounded refreshing. The stone walls around the residence were not so high, but it was worn with age. The rose bushes were blooming in bright red and wafting their pleasant scent into the wind. Faline sat on the grass under a lush tree, watching as the bird hopped around curiously. It didn’t even try to use its healing wing. From what she had studied that meant it was unlikely to fly properly again. “Perhaps I should give you a name”, she mused. The bird tilted its head and tweeted. Most of its feathers were a light brown but it also had a red crest on its chest. Where the brown and red intersected the feathers were an unusually vibrant shade of yellow.

Niamh could hear the General's struggle as she and Shandalar pushed through the crowd. Fergal was not going to let Konnyr get away. Niamh suddenly remembered the last time the falcon had encountered the General, Konnyr had inflicted serious injuries on Fergal. The falcon had not forgotten, and was out to serve justice. No one could get near. The Ohta Fion dove and swerved, adding even more scars to the General's face. At one point, Fergal dug his talons into General Konnyr's back and beat his wings, forcing the treacherous Elf to his knees.

He was known for his calm and composed nature, in contrast to his more spirited twin sister. Alora Xahari King, with hair as dark as midnight streaked with white, and icy blue eyes, was equally charming. Her vivacious and joyful personality lit up the room, but she could be just as composed as she needed to be. Alarik, the birthday prince, wore a dashing ensemble that was primarily navy blue. His tunic was adorned with intricate patterns in varying shades of blue, and the fabric flowed elegantly, almost like water. A silver sash, studded with sapphire-like gems, cinched his waist. The most striking part of his outfit was the flowing cape that cascaded like a waterfall. It shimmered like moon

The strange energy swept out, instantly trapping the massive golden python into the pot. "Squawk..." With an ear-piercing squawk, a huge shadow loomed over the sky. A silver-crested wolf falcon, with an outstretched wingspan of 100 meters, swooped down from the clouds. Faint thunder and lightning accompanied its beating wings, and as its wings flapped, two purple plasmas hacked down on the heads of Ding Hao and Tianshu. "Haha, this chick can go with the stewed little snake. Great!"

"Alpha Lucas Falcon." "What!!"

Violet swung her legs and heaved herself up high enough to grasp the falcon's leg. Her blood turned to gold. Violet felt wings breaking her bones. Metal feathers burst from her skin. Her vision cut through everything, sharpened beyond elven experience. She glanced across at Raegan. They were both gilded falcons, joined at the wingtip. They flapped in unison, soaring over the southern bridge. Violet guided them to the gates. Dalyla's pale robes and paler skin shone bright in Violet's freshly adapted sight. Heat from the fire lifted both girls' wings.

I called to him as I finally opened my eyes to look at the door He gently opened the door, walked in quietly and closed it back in the same fashion, he felt like a ninja and I knew he was cautious and feeling guilty for disobeying me Looking at him as he cautiously walked towards me with a charming smile on his handsome face, I could not help but feel nostalgic Falcon is a true alpha, or at least he would have made a very fine one, he was very compassionate, understanding and would go to the ends of the earth for those he loves but for some reasons he has not yet told me, he despises any position of authority, especially the alpha position.

But all the stories in the world couldn't have prepared me for the pure fear that coursed through my veins as his crimson eyes settled on me after scanning the crowd around us. Everyone was quiet as if all were holding their breath, waiting to see the outcome. Of course, I wanted to see their reactions and faces, but I knew now I couldn't look away, not if I wanted to leave here with my life. Falkoor was bigger than Mildred's dragon, his scales an ice blue that matched the colour of the clear skies. His long nails dug into the soil, ripping the grass as he stretched his giant wings. They looked like they were tipped with ice shards and most likely just as sharp as the long spikes that travel

Not only this, Lyla continued in her reverie, he was loved and well-respected by almost all of the harpy clans. They say he had been especially close to the hawks, eagle, and falcon clans. He had two sisters that had hatched from his same clutch, Princess Aurora and Princess Pandora. Princess Pandora was married to an eagle clan member, and Princess Aurora was married to the peregrine falcon – the latter is the Harpy clan known for the fastest speed among all, despite their smaller stature in size.