Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

Falcon said loudly and the Zetas growled at Duncan. “Death to the traitor,” a voice shouted from the crowd of Zetas. “His punishment will be a stab wound for every life lost, and he better be alive until the very last stab, which will be mine, and in his heart,” Falcon continued. Fifty Zetas stepped forward. They were brothers, cousins, or uncles to the fallen ones, and I nodded as Falcon removed a straight edged knife from his belt and handed it to the first Zeta. Duncan was screaming

Another factor that made him fall in love with her more. Falcon washed his face for a moment in the bathroom. He had to retire as soon as he had finished all the exhibitions and run to the wash to freshen up. He felt like his breath was getting heavy in his throat and he was starting to sweat under the suit. He reached into his pocket and found nothing but his cell phone and cursed.

I don't budge, I squeeze his balls with my other hand and his body fucking shakes. Like a damn fucking spasm. "Tell me.. " he looks at me, breathing loud and heavy "Are you gay" he rolls his eyes "or you're just turned on by me?" Pleasure course through me as I watch his eyes widen. With force, he punches my face. It is so sudden I fall down then he race out. "Get him!" someone yells "Let him leave" I order and the movement stop. Finally, I stand up and look around. Phones still out. Even Vlad, Caden and Elliott are looking with a hint of surprise

Tatum pulls the beautiful female to him. “This is Carmon, my Luna” He says as he places a kiss on her cheek, she playfully swats him away. “Carmon, this is Alpha Clayton and Alpha Enyo” He introduces us to his mate. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me as a huge smile spreads over her face.

Marcus grabbed Cedric’s arm and dragged him toward a black sedan waiting near the exit ramp. Then the elevator dinged. Falcone stepped out alone. No gun. No tactical vest. Just a perfectly tailored black shirt and that calm, terrifying expression. He looked at Marcus with something close to pity. “You’re making a mistake, Chen,” falcone said, voice carrying easily over the alarms. Marcus raised his gun and aimed straight at falcone’s chest. “This ends tonight, you piece of shit.” Falcone smiled. Small. Cold. “It does. But not the way you think.”

(FIGHT OVER-VIEW BY THIRD-PERSON) HEART from THE KIGHTS VS FALCON from THE BLACK PARADE Sense Enhanced: Sense of SIGHT AGILITY: 77% CRITICAL THINGKING: 74% PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 77% EMOTIONAL STATE: 74% .. Falcon stood six feet, 5 inches, with a well-built body that can be seen through his fit shirt. A work-out addict with a brutal fighting style, opposite from his opponent that is known for her elegance and grace in the arena.

I continue the resist, to break free from his arms but I failed as if his disgusting kisses has completely drained my strength. "Mhm! Mhm, mph!" He bit my shoulder again, "shh! Silence, babe. You will like this, I promise." I felt his hand that was covering my mouth going down to my chest. I screamed loudly. As soon as my scream for help echoed inside the parking lot, I felt the ground hitting my back and ass. I winced in pain and attempts to massage my butt but I felt a painful slap on my cheek. Afterward, I felt something heavy on my tummy as if someone was sitting on it. There, I saw Falcon grinning while his fingertips are playing with my pullover sweater's hem as if he was going to inse

My voice sent out a deep growl as I gnashed my teeth and let out a deep growl. ‘‘Yes, Sir!’’ Falcon gave me a nod before jumping to his feet and holding him down immediately. ‘‘Mr. Maxwell, please! Don’t do this to me, please... Have mercy on me!’’ He pleaded with his face pressed against the solid wood of the bed. I charged at him, pushing Falcon away and threw a punch on the man’s face. ‘‘You want mercy!’’ I roared on his face, my veins bulging from my neck from too much anger. ‘‘This is the extent of my mercy!’’

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

***Laney POV*** No one has been permitted to ask Falcon a single question the entire ride. Ok, that’s not completely true. We could ask. But after about fifteen minutes of zero answered questions, we quickly learned that Falcon, over thousands of years, has perfected selective hearing. After eating his pink waffles, which I ordered him as a joke, he completely shut down. In the now four–maybe five? Days I have known him, I’ve seen all sorts of his moods.