Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

The woman’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Plain words cannot hold this truth,” she said. “Listen to the parable, child. In a kingdom of wolves, a falcon was born. They clipped her wings and sent her from the nest, lest she rise above the moon. Yet wings grow back, and falcons find their sky.” Her voice dropped lower. “You are the falcon.” I stared at her, heart pounding. “I’m not…I’m just….”

I finished Falcon is of average height but very muscular. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He was a protector. I knew that being held like this was wreaking him. Nash has dark eyes and even darker hair. He is tall but slim. He was the sweetest man ever but was still protective. "Who are your cousin's parents?" Nick demanded. "Aunt Sabrina and Uncle Falcon are Marie's parents. Uncle Nash is the twins dad. Their mom is my Aunt Sally who passed away years ago." I lied.

Vlad said, his voice raw and full of profound solemnity, reaching into the inner pocket of his dark suit jacket. His slow, deliberate movements added to the intense suspense. He produced a tiny, finely carved wooden bird. Not the stylized owl or the bird from "La Paloma," but a third, even more unusual carving: a falcon with folded wings, keen eyes, and a posture of silent watchfulness. With his dark eyes full of an unadulterated, unspoken emotion, he held it out to Violet while keeping his eyes on hers.

Polymedes relayed the message. Alaron's eyes went wide. He was not sure what a wyvern was, but it sounded like something he did not want to meet. If he had known they were two legged cousins of the dragons, he might have tried to back out of the eagle's ride altogether. The beautiful white and tan feathered bird circled overhead and then landed a short way off from Polymede's house. The powerful wings pushed so much air that Alaron had to shield his eyes from the flying dust. "That's an eagle?!" The prince was impressed and terrified. The bird was gigantic, nearly as tall as the shorter trees and with a wingspan wider than the faun's dwelling.

They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light. His Grace, I realized, hearing the bell-like sound of his song as he stroked my chin. The same light wreathed his head in a glow that seemed to black light his eyes, which I realized were not black like I had previously thought. They were blue, a deep somber blue-charcoal of a thunderstorm right before it poured, and now the lightning sparks made more sense.

Gideon sensed that these two seemed to harbor a mutual animosity. The scarlet light parted, unveiling the apex overbeast inside. Unlike Tonitrui Eagle, its size was much smaller. At first glance, it looked like a large bird, with a body that was a fiery red. Its crimson eyes seemed as if they could ignite flames, and its feathers were actually enveloped in real fire. "Flamenie Bird," Gideon acknowledged, glancing at Tonitrui Eagle, which nodded in confirmation. This was indeed a Flamenie Bird, though Gideon suspected it wasn't purebred. Nevertheless, it was extremely rare. Despite being only a lower apex overbeast, it had managed to leave Tonitrui Eagle at a loss, highlighting the difference

(Captain Falcon) Captain Falcon, staying true to his name, he is actually a Demi-Human of Hawk Tribe, his head were just simply a falcon head, with beak and all, with his humanoid body and wings behind him, he is just your average man. Sometimes I wonder just how they differentiate each others as most of them always looked the same to me, thankfully their uniforms have name tags, if not there will be a lot of confusion. “Welcome Back, Your Highness…”.(Holgun Iron Horn)

My mane of white hair, streaked with those dark blue tips I’d dyed as a girl, cascaded wild around my face and shoulders, framing the beast I had become. Claws glinted obsidian-black at the ends of long, powerful fingers, my body towering, muscled, yet graceful, every curve built for speed and strength. My features, though Lycan, were still me—still Alora. Only… transformed. *I’m… albino,* I whispered, my voice cracked with disbelief. *Of course we are,* Jag said softly, pride thrumming in her tone. *Did you really think the Moon Goddess would give us anything less than her own image?*

Or was he baiting her, playing a deeper game? The Falcon’s Signal From a balcony above, a falcon cried—a sharp, unnatural sound that sliced through the laughter below. Serenya’s head snapped upward. She recognized the bird’s call instantly. It was a signal, one used by spies and messengers of the old regime. Kaelen was already moving, slipping through the crowd with the silent efficiency of a shadow. Serenya abandoned her tray, heart hammering, and followed. The falcon called again, this time nearer, almost urgent.

Looking at Paws' visibly confused face, it hit Dina that peregrine falcons were only a thing of Earth and not supposed to exist in a magical kingdom… or was it? ‘I’m not even sure. Anyways, any fast-flying beast will do, after all, Paws can change within a second so that’s good too.’ “Forget it, any flying beast will do.” With a nod, Feral watched on as Paws morphed into a brilliantly enormous albino golden eagle. Dina had never seen one and was awed by its beauty. Reaching out to caress Paws' head which was made easier when he bent down, Feral gave him a soft kiss and with a leap unto his back, patted his sticky feathers as he praised, “Good boy.”