Falcon Punch Captain Falcon Novels & Stories

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

“Of course. Those irrelevant feelings are her strong point. That makes her a human.” Eagle plastered his ear against the calming sound of the thumping heart and mewled. “How about Falcon?” BANG! The sound of ignition went off yet again. The ground yet again roared pitifully and shook violently. disregarding the chaos, both of them were already in their own fantasy world. Malikul’s eyes filled with nothing but warmth. Another hand patted Eagle’s head with a deepened smile. “Falcon is the smallest bird predator. It was coming from an eagle's family yet smaller in size. Despite being small, it was dangerous, stealthy, and agile. Apart from that, it is intelligent.”

Falcon took me outside after instructing his second in command. “Ready?” He asks. “Yes” I gave him a nod. I was excited and nervous. Finally I was meeting with Ezekiel. Hope he is doing fine. Falcon shifted in his bird form. I got on his back and he waited until I held him tight and got confortable.

“Her son?” “Yeah, that's Zeke. He has school today but he refused to go. Said he wants to be with his mother.” She turns to Zeke. “Zeke, come here and say hi.” ***** Author's POV Arrow Falcon was smiling. His men stood around him just watching, not showing the unease they all felt. After all, their boss was always smiling. Because everyone knew that the harder Falcon smiled, the dirtier his thoughts were. “Get me a drink,” Falcon ordered no one in particular.

"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." "They'll see through it in an hour. Jax is there, Riley. He’s the captain of the defense. He hates me. He spends every single game trying to get under my skin, trying to find a weakness to exploit. He'll see your face, he'll see your eyes, and he'll know."

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

Floyd takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and then thinks of everything in this world that has pissed him off to no end from the enforcers back in Justice district to Phillip and now Captain Eugene's recent insults of him. Floyd’s eyes snapped open only a second after he closed them and everything in his vision was now tented red. Floyd rushes Captain Eugene but this time once he gets close enough Floyd jumps putting his elbow in position to come down on Captain Eugene’s head. Captain Eugene Catches the elbow with his left hand and steps out of the way while throwing Floyd to the ground flat on his back. Captain Eugene looks down and looks Floyd dead