Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

Great Alune went for Falcon after I challenged her, she was able to distract him, but she will have to pay with her life. “Leave her alone! Face me, Falcon!” I yelled. He had his hands tightly wrapped around her neck. He wasn't squeezing her physically, but with his magic, I could see him sniffing the life out of her. “No," he responded. It sounded like a thousand men speaking at once. Great Alune was looking pale and slowly becoming lifeless. “You led her to her death, Alpha Herveaux; you’re a bad leader, and never should your father have given the role of Alpha to you; even Fernando will do a better job,” Falcon uttered coldly.

DAMON. The falcon? But he is dead. He. "You are sure that is what she said? That she is the Falcon?" "Yes, Alpha. I am." "Who is the Falcon?" I turn around to look at Cathy. She is eyeing both me and Faye with curiosity. "Well?" she asks again. "The Falcon is one of the special individuals in our midst. They are neither wolves nor humans. But they do have special skills. The Falcon is one of those renowned ones."

"For thou are stronger than I, but my winds will aid your flight." The falcon reared, its white breast sparkling as it puffed out, giving another wailing cry. His eyes were emotionless but purpose emanated from them before he continued its fearless dive. Babi looked up at the cry, eyes narrowed against the light and a scowl wrinkled his brow. He swung, the blade clawing the air for the promised blood, but the bird was too swift, dodging the steel and hurtling toward the startled soldier, his head disappearing in a red mist as the sharp beak bit though his neck. The head dropped, hanging on by a mere thread before falling, the shocked expression still etched on his face.

They follow the alpha without hesitancy or defiance. I sighed as I closed the journal again. I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around what I just read. This page had given me hope. If they were calling me Alpha Sow, that meant the alpha was still male, right? When Falcon and I had talked about his family, he had said he only had Mona as immediate family besides his mother.

He registers the features numbly, one by one. The tiny, pointed wings of thin leather. The thin, pink tongue - forked - that darts occasionally from wide, snapping jaws, lined with twin rows of razor-sharp fangs. The pointed ridges, starting at the head and trailing down, down, around a long, curling tail, wrapped around Alcina’s forearms. The bright, glittering eyes, pupils pitch black and narrowed into slits. One covered in the dark, obsidian black scales; the other in blue-green, not unlike... fluorite.

His voice was a little weak as he was injured. “Explain,” Soheila said. Her voice was firm as she didn't care about the pale pink's shout. She knew from the start that the pale pink bird was not ordinary due to its rare color. The bird was one of the Pale Hawk bird clan. They were not that rare, however, they are the type of bird who had the most trust issues. They were not rare, but they are hard to tame. Hansel glanced at the bird and closed his eyes for a second to think if he could tell the mysterious beautiful woman about his situation. Nevertheless, he sighed and looked at Soheila as he explained.

With this movement, a bird that seemed to belong to the class of sparrows fell on the balcony outside her bedroom. Sienna got up to take a look. Sienna opened the door, only to see a wounded little falcon that had fallen onto the balcony. This little falcon fluttered on the ground. Half of its wings were injured, and a dart with anesthetic was also stuck on it. It obviously had no more strength to struggle. Sienna blinked. ‘Why does this little falcon look so familiar? Is it the one that I saw in the desert?’ It had white feathers all over its body and a pair of overbearingly sharp claws. Its clean and sharp eyes were as blue as the sky. This little fella would have looked absolutely majesti

I had this feeling that if he didn’t sense the danger around us; he would’ve whipped out his camera for some shots. Even I had to admit, the falcons looked magnificent. All shades of grays and brows amid the desert with the rising sun as their backdrop. But what probably gave away the fact that there weren’t just regular birds but shifters was their size. They were at least twice the size of regular falcons found in the wild and that was just the smallest of the group. “Mikalya…I think we should-” Abhay began but I cut him off my holding up my hand.

Wes explains. “The Falconi family was known for two things, well, three really, but only two were what one would call famous. The Falconi family could shift as early as 10; their wolves are always pure white. It is said that their wolves are so white that they are almost transparent. The other is that every member of the family has purple eyes.” Wess adds.

“Of course. Those irrelevant feelings are her strong point. That makes her a human.” Eagle plastered his ear against the calming sound of the thumping heart and mewled. “How about Falcon?” BANG! The sound of ignition went off yet again. The ground yet again roared pitifully and shook violently. disregarding the chaos, both of them were already in their own fantasy world. Malikul’s eyes filled with nothing but warmth. Another hand patted Eagle’s head with a deepened smile. “Falcon is the smallest bird predator. It was coming from an eagle's family yet smaller in size. Despite being small, it was dangerous, stealthy, and agile. Apart from that, it is intelligent.”