Falco Aot Novels & Stories

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."

[Why? “Nothing. Just asking.” After pouring myself a glass of water, I check my phone again. I'm waiting for another text from Dominico confirming their arrival in Florence. Where is he? Is he the one driving like last night? “Paolo, do you know the Falcos?” “The Falcos?” Paolo takes a sip of his coffee and pauses for a moment, as if he's considering his words. “They're from Umbria. They own hotels and a shipping line.” “Ah... Umbria. Have you met them?”

Royale Pack Territory United States Valentina's POV: I was given only half hour by my mate to pick my necessities and to be ready to roll to Royale Pack. The entourage of my pack seemed like insignificant infront of the entourage of the Alfa Re. Almost 20 high ranking specially trained members of Reale Lupos Forze Armate were surrounding Alfa Re and William and a convoy of 10 highly customised luxury Rolls Royce Sweptails was parked nearby.

Not even for General Skyr, for Rachel, Emily, Watson, or for your best friend. ‘Falco, are you saying-’ ‘I’m not saying that you leave them to die. I’m merely stating that you leave their protection to us because you can’t protect them while fighting at the same time. They are skilled in fighting, but even if they are Atlanteans or a sea folk, they still have their limitations. What do you say?’ ‘I say yes. Thank you, Falco.’ I smiled gratefully at him before focusing my attention on the Leviathan before us that we were following.

“Look—Falco’s name. He’s been feeding my father intel for years.” Amaro’s pulse quickened. “We need to get this to Bianca. She’ll know how to leak it.” Suddenly, the trapdoor slammed shut above them. Lucia gasped. “No…” Amaro ran to the ladder and climbed. The door wouldn’t budge. They were locked in. — Above ground, Falco stood in the chapel, smiling. “They took the bait,” he said into his radio. Don Salvatore’s voice crackled back. “Good. Seal the vault. No one opens it until I say.”

Levi "That's not a tracking device," Falco said. I stared at him. Waited for the part where he explained why I should believe a single word coming out of his mouth. He didn't say anything for a long time. Just stood there looking at that blinking red light in Ava's hand like it was going to explain for him. "Then what is it?" Ava asked. Falco opened his mouth. Closed it. Started again. "It's—the device blocks—" He stopped. Rubbed his face with both hands. "White wolves can be tracked."