Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

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

"Audrey is a teacher. She doesn't like any of this wolf stuff, she hardly turns into one. She's very integrated into human society. She lives with her husband about 3 miles from here. Thank goodness she didn't have to leave." I held a lock in my hand, spread the gel around her roots and twisted it with the comb as the woman in the YouTube video did. I danced in my head. "Falcon and Hannah?" She asked as she tried helping me out but I was already done with two. She winced in pain but it wasn't that bad. I hoped. "Falcon comes from a dying species. There are only three wolves like him in the world. They just decided to split up." "But what is he? Is he a wolf?"

Falcon had no idea what the white light was, but a strong sense of death had engulfed his body. Finally, the white light closed in, and Falcon could see what it was through the viewfinder. It was a throwing dagger!

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.

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.

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.

“Look into it! Look into it and find out who it was! The Falcon Squad from Rheasia doesn’t have such capabilities.” A muscular man with ghastly pale skin was seated in a seat shaped like a devil on the highest level. He was so pale that it looked like he had been drained of all his blood. His eyes were heterochromia with one being white and the other red! The sight of him was extremely ghoulish. His presence exuded an exceedingly malicious and icy cold feeling. Over a thousand club members in the hall knelt down in succession and trembled in fear when he lost his temper.

The falconer steps onto the boat and introduces themself as Naim, a local Bedouin. Naim explains that they are a traditional falconer, and they have been hunting with falcons for generations. They show Rita and Hope their falcon, named Talon, and tell them about the ancient art of falconry. Naim is passionate about preserving the cultural heritage of the Bedouin people, and they're thrilled to share their knowledge and experience with Rita and Hope. They talk about the training and care of falcons, and the role they play in the Bedouin culture. After learning all about falconry from Naim, Rita and Hope are eager to see the art in action. Naim suggests they head to the desert, where they can

His muzzle scrunched up as he snarled dangerously and pounced at him. Falcon and Blaze rolled on the ground, tearing each other’s flesh. Black and brown furs flew in the air. Falcon sank his sharp incisors into Blaze’s shoulder. Blaze howled and wriggled, trying to shake him off. Falcon tried to hold firm, but his teeth soon lost their grip, and he flew back when Blaze shoved him away. He sprang to his feet instantly, snarling in a challenging way. He glared at Blaze with his shining amber eyes, his ears flat on his head.

Falco said, quickly looking at me with apologetic dark eyes. I swallowed the lump that leapt in my throat as Quinton, my wolf, whimpered in the back of my mind. Kaden looked at Falco with his brows raised in shock. "Dude. That's harsh." "I'm sorry. I really am," Falco paused to kick a small rock and we all watched it roll under the rhododendron. "But I'm right, and you all know it. He was rejected by an Omega from another pack just because his parents were rogues from the most sexist pack in the country, and then they decided to become members of Moon Rain."