Falcon Astd Novels & Stories

Eliza chuckled, glancing around and causing the other members of Dragoria Palace to laugh. "The fifth technique of the Falconia Method? You're from the Falconia military?" Brooke, who was seated, looked at Maman with a smile. Her tone clearly indicated certainty despite phrasing her words as a question. Everything had happened in an instant, but Adrian saw it all clearly. The Falconia Method was developed twenty years ago by the military of Falconia in collaboration with numerous domestic powerhouses to create a powerful attack for new powerhouses. Known for its immense destructive power and sinister moves, it was called a technique exclusive for powerhouses due to its ease of learning but d

stella was sitting close to the window so she was still busy staring out the window. "It sure does looks beautiful"Stella said giving the country the last view. "Yes you're right"Stella heard someone said and she gasped. "Sorry for replying you when you ain't talking to me,but i have to admit it"Falcon said. "Well anyway I'm falcon and you??"Falcon asked. "Well I don't tell strangers my name"Stella said coldly. "Ok i understand"Falcon replied unhurriedly. "We seems to be heading towards the same direction"Falcon said.

Faline could see who the strongest among the Knights when it comes to face-to-face combat, just by looking at the tight schedule her companions had. Astora, her Halequin, grew into a fine young eagle. It would stay by her side but sometimes, it would disappear. Faline had a hard time looking for that adventurous Halequin and so she planned to let him be. Only to find out one night that Astora was with General Dana.

"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."

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.