Falcon Punch Captain Falcon Novels & Stories

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

Some small countries around Chaos Land did not necessarily have so much cash reserves. The captain was truly as rich as a country! … Capital City in Somerland. The guests at the Chasez family’s party had all left. The two senior executives of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries were also taken away by Lucas. Facing Lucas, the team captain of Team Vulture in Falcon, who was a peak Dragon Ranker and Vulture Two who was at the late stage of the Dragon Rank, they had no chance of winning at all. Thus, they could only follow Lucas back for the investigation obediently. Luckily, they recalled that they had not committed any crimes in Somerland.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

What the hell was that feeling? I pushed it down immediately. Falcon turned toward me slowly, those scarred eyes lighting up with something close to amusement. “Fort,” he said smoothly, like we’d just run into each other at a polite dinner. “A pleasure to see you.” I tilted my head slightly, taking everything in without reacting too much. Elon’s condition. The ropes. The setup. Everything. Then I spoke. “Let her go.” Falcon smiled. “I can’t do that.” He was the kind of man who enjoyed dragging things out, testing limits just to see how far he could go.

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

We laughed carelessly over the compliment I had given for my boss. "Stop laughing like crazy women you both are. Come in now." We both heard Captain Falcon yelling from inside of his office. We both controlled our laugh and sobered up. Once we were back into our serious mode, we both entered office. My eyes almost popped out of its sockets as I looked at all the files and papers and as I said garbage he had gathered into his office as his medals. "What is all this, captain? Since when you are collecting all this trash?" Sara asked and I mentally cursed myself for calling his so called medals a garbage. Captain Falcon glared at both Sara and me. I narrowed my eyes and Sara gave him her adorab

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

Jane's pupils contracted slightly. The Falcon Troop? Weren't they stationed at the Northern Battalion? When did they arrive in the Royal City? Why would they do something as reckless as a prison break? George calmly twirled a chess piece between his fingers, looking completely unhurried. But his eyes were filled with cold fury. His voice was stern. "The Falcon Troop is Jocelyn's trained cavalry. They're even more loyal than the Drakonas Squadron." Jane's arms tensed. She could feel the killing intent radiating from George growing stronger.