Falcon Punch Captain Falcon Novels & Stories

Falcon twisted his neck from one side to another and then twisted his fingers, getting tired seeing them fighting. His face was already covered in a hoodie, the other man who came to his aligned territory. He walked further and shot at the man who was laughing with the man who was barking big words against him. No one could comprehend what exactly happened in a blink of an eye. He recognized everyone by their location and a mini knife came out from the tail of his shoes. "You are very lucky that today you will get death at my hands." Falcon looked at the time in his watch and muttered, "You only have ten minutes Capo!"

Peter snapped. “Bastard! You bitch!” Nick was about to swing, but the fighters in the gym held him back. Hitting officers wasn’t a smart move. Especially since they’d already had trouble months ago with Felix. The Blackfist crew was already blacklisted, constantly watched, even when they did nothing wrong. “Watch your mouth, Nick. You don’t want to end up in jail again, do you?” Renee scoffed. “I just asked where Bastian is. All you had to do was answer honestly, but you chose to hide him.”

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

"See, this is where we differ." Camilla raised an eyebrow, her forced smile not quite reaching her eyes. "What do you mean?" Falcon leant back, his broad shoulders relaxing as if preparing for a lecture. "I never believed in true mates," he said matter-of-factly. "I mean, look at us, Camilla. I chose Richard for you, didn’t I? And look how wonderfully that turned out. You had a strong son in Asher, and now you have this perfect little warrior right here." He ruffled Cade’s hair affectionately, his grin widening.

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.

he cut me off, "Don't be emotional right now. Remember your oath... Remember your promise to put the interest of the country at the top of... your priorities. Hawk, do not make stupid decisions at the height of your emotions..." "Jaguar..." I heard my voice shake and my eyes water. "Let Fox know I acknowledge him as the next Captain," he mumbled almost incoherently. Fox is to be the next Captain if Jaguar doesn't make it today. I grounded my teeth. No. There will be no change of Captains. "Shut up." I bit my lip and pulled out a hairpin. "You're not dying today, asshole."

Looking at him as he cautiously walked towards me with a charming smile on his handsome face, I could not help but feel nostalgic Falcon is a true alpha, or at least he would have made a very fine one, he was very compassionate, understanding and would go to the ends of the earth for those he loves but for some reasons he has not yet told me, he despises any position of authority, especially the alpha position. When I first came, the day I ran away from Duncan and his pack, I wandered aimlessly and passed out due to exhaustion, I was rescued by falcons men, then they were barely even a group not to talk of a pack, they were more of a wandering collage of rouges that barley agree on anything

please find me. A few minutes later the door swung open and a man smoking a pipe entered followed by two other rebels. "What is Falcon's plan for the captives?" the man with a smoking pipe asked. "Captain Falcon needs to hand them to the master. We will depart tomorrow morning," a rebel with mohawk hair answered. "Hmmm, these two women are beautiful. Do you think your captain minds if I will buy the other one?" the smoking man asked, grinning. "That's not possible. The Captain already made plans."