Albino Falcon Novels & Stories

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."

She didn’t want him to die. I was about to mind link to the council to stop the killer, but before I could something happened. Her silver bracelet fell off, which should be impossible, but also from one second to another she jumped down to the ground and shifted mid-air. When she landed, I couldn’t believe my eyes; she was a desert forest wolf; she was one of those my father had tried to extinct. My mate had two wolves, and this wolf was a feral animal. The wolf's howl echoed through the arena, causing shivers and fear in the crowd. She was massive, more significant than most Alphas, and had black fur with orange strakes. Her eyes were yellow, and her posture was intimidating.

He liked that she wasn’t this bubbly, preppy, highschool girl. Falcon was mature for his age, he had to be. He’d been mature from the age of 12, and he’d always had to fight to survive. He sensed that Tala was strong emotionally, and he liked that. Falcon didn’t want a weak woman at his side, didn’t want a woman he could dominate, he wanted an equal.

There was also some red and white residue left on its teeth, and it looked incredibly disgusting. After coming out from the top of the security guard’s head, it suddenly twisted its body like a carp before it flew up into the air and flew directly into Falco’s hand. Falco held the fat worm with one hand as he stroked it lovingly with his other hand. As for the worm, it rolled back and forth on the palm of his hand as it emitted some strange and bizarre squeaking sound. Falcon continued stroking the worm as he muttered, “I know that you’re not full yet. Don’t be anxious. There is only one today, but I’ll find you more food tomorrow!”