Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

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.”

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

Alfonso tried as much as possible to make sure his tone sounded neutral. Talon huffed and puffed, finally seeing he had no choice. “I’ll race you to the clearing, let's see which of us has gotten slower.” Talon waited for Alfonso to tuck his clothes under the tree. They both shifted into their wolves. Talon was considered evil by Madelyn, but his wolf’s fur begged to differ. Talon’s fur was brown, with gray patches on it. His eyes were bloodshot red — Alpha eyes and when the moonlight reflected in them you could see the rings of gold around it.

I pressed my hand against my wounded side and waited. Then it started to fade. The light dimmed. The frost stopped spreading. Ava's eyes flickered—blue, brown, blue, brown—before settling back into the color I recognized. She blinked. Looked down at her hands. The blood had stopped. Falco's throat was raw and pink, new skin stretched tight over what should have been a fatal wound. It looked wrong—too smooth, too shiny—but it was closed. He wasn't bleeding anymore. He coughed.

Worse, if her true identity was discovered she certainly would suffer dearly for it, there was no way she wouldn't. Everything it had taken to become Larissa was stressful. The process of dying her hair alone had taken a toll on her. But the results were splendid. White blonde hair, just like the Lady Larissa had. She didn't know who Larissa was, but if the painting on the wall in the room she was put in happened to be her, then Larissa was a very beautiful and special noble. She was an albino, something the locals called the white ones. Summer changing her hair did little to make them look alike, but Silver Falcon did say the castle had not seen her in years, so it was possible they forgot

The figure covered the sun as a strong, fierce wind started blowing. Everyone looked up to see a giant falcon dashing toward the sky. Its wings were probably five to six meters long when it was fully spread out and its claws were as sharp as a pair of iron hooks. They could probably slash through metal with ease. "What on earth...” Everyone thought as they were petrified by what they saw and their throats went dry. "Rest assured, they won't hurt anyone." Titan said. Everyone nodded, yet they still picked up their pace.

“Why is Falynx coming here?!” The massive creature named Falynx, a colossal beast that had six pairs of wings but no legs. Its head was like a crocodile’s and its wings were that of a bat. Its body was covered in peach sand scales and some patches of brown hair. It was 70 metres in length and flew about 100 metres above the sand. The sand was still blown away as it flew over and casted a large shadow on the desert. “KRAAA!!” It shrieked loudly as it got closer.

Now, hand over my payment. Callie handed her the bag of coins and closed her eyes, concentrating at the visual of a falcon. She had seen one flying south for the winter when she was a child. She pictured the large span of wings, the dark grey feathers, the yellow beak, and the beady black eyes. Its body was compact and perfect for flying through the skies like a bullet, built for speed.