Novel & Cerita Albino Falcon

“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.

He was lean, built for absolute, terrifying speed. His Totem mutation was elegant and deadly. His eyes were the piercing, hyper-focused amber of a raptor. From his forearms extended long, retractable, monomolecular blades that glowed with a faint, cutting wind-Aether. > [CRITICAL THREAT OVERLAY] > Entity: High Council Executioner. > Strain: Falcon-Class (Rank 6). > Specialization: High-Velocity Pursuit / Assassination. > The Falcon stood amidst the rotting fungal stalks and rusted scrap, completely unbothered by the crushing dark of the Under-Guts. He looked at the dead Goliaths, then his amber eyes swept over Nero and Silas, dismissing them instantly as trash.

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."

I swallowed nervously and paused as he began writing on the document. "Faelon's mother is a hybrid. Do you know Raven Volkov?" He inquired curiously and I shrugged. "I know a Zurac Volkov from the blood wars,'' I replied and Lucifer nodded telling me that Zurac was Faelon's grandfather and my eyes widened. Zurac had a fire wolf but that didn't explain Faelon's odd gifts. So I asked curiously, "How does Faelon have wings and blue bolts instead of flames?" Lucifer chuckled looking at Kasin.

"You don't even talk like me. You're too... polite. You say 'please' and 'thank you' to the cashier at the grocery store. Guys on the Falcons don't do that. They’re animals." "I can be a prick if I want to." She hacked at the other side, the metal blades grinding together. It was uneven. Jagged. It looked like a hack job because it was. She wasn't a stylist; she was an infiltrator. "I've been watching you my whole life, Ryan. I know how you walk with that stupid limp when you want attention. I know how you sit with your knees too far apart. I'm going to the Falcons. You’re going to stay here in this house and figure out whatever the hell is wrong with you."

“Ai, come on now. Don’t be so cold.” “All a harmless joke.” I grinned, shaking the other man’s hand. He seemed more reserved than his partner. I already knew Ravio but I didn’t know who he was. Ravio read the look on my face, immediately slinging an arm around his partner’s shoulder. “This here is Falco.” He smiled. “Falco, this is the Alpha of West Creak.” “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Falco shook my hand warmly, then did the same to Hunter.