Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

‘’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

Well, now let's see whether Falcon stays true to his words. Falcon continues to stare at me, then he starts clapping slowly. “Wow! I must say I'm impressed, Russo.” “Impressed enough to honour your word?” I challenge. A slow, wicked smile fits on Falcon's lips as he stares at me. “Aww, you poor boy. I only said that because I thought you would lose. Obviously, I chose idiots for this match. The stabbing must've affected your brain because you're an idiot if you think I'll leave you alive.”

Falconi stammered—her father. “It’s not me you should be thanking.” I shrugged, noticing they didn’t even have the decency to acknowledge who had truly saved their lives. “Insects.” In one swift motion, I closed the distance and punched Falconi square in the mouth. His jaw shattered on impact, teeth flying loose, and he groaned, clutching his face in a desperate attempt to stop the blood and pain. I turned to Malik. I grabbed his arm with brutal force—the same damned arm that had beaten the little human so many times and left deep marks. Terror flooded his eyes, but it was too late for regrets.

The moment the door slammed shut, it was as if someone had popped the pressure valve in the apartment. The tension, thick enough to chew through minutes ago, dissolved into a flood of breathless laughter, relieved exclamations, and groans of secondhand embarrassment. I pressed both palms to my cheeks, which were somehow burning and frozen at the same time. My adrenaline was still spiking, heart hammering like I’d just run from a code red rather than survived a social ambush. “Spitfire deserves a damn medal,” Ace said, shaking his head with a low chuckle. He was still standing near the door, arms crossed, but now his mouth curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. “You see that launc

Even if only for tonight. *What’s her animal,* my wolf inquires. “You don’t think all Flyers are outcasts that came together because of that? We’re all freaks,” Punch says, almost daring her to say something else. She sits up straighter and then nuzzles into Klunk who shakes his head. “I already cleared it with her parents. Come on, let’s hurry this up,” Punch says, jumping out of the car. When Punch knocks on the door I blow out a hard breath.

(Jonathan Reyes) “Y..yes..sir…”.(Falcon) The room went silent as Falcon tell Jonathan Reyes the news, Falcon was a well known mercenary, in fact he and his men were hired by Jonathan Group to deal with all the underhand plan against Virtue Financial, Naturally ever since he and his group were tasked with the plot, he and his men rarely succeeded with anything, Virtue Financial has to tight security and very alert on everything they do. Before this he and his mercenary group were tasked to extort or kidnapped or even straight up kill all Virtue Financial leader especially the company president, but all their attempts fails.

The noise of the crowd was deafening, and it reverberated around the old warehouse. I shook my head and drowned out the crowd. Everything around me disappeared, everything except Falcon. I kept my focus on him as we circled each other. He came in fast, landing two shots to either side of my ribs. His punches were hard and accurate, and I could feel the two cracked ribs on my left side. He came at me again, lightning fast, and I ducked under his arm. He grabbed my arm, and somehow hooked my other arm into his, and we stood back-to-back. He bent forward, and I went over him backwards.

*rip* *scrap* *rip* *scratch* Ravyn, with one shoe pinned to the elevator, was pushed slightly backwards. Falcon's hands are empty. The purple-haired girl rushed to catch her opponent again. But Falcon kicked one of the knives on the floor into her upper arm. Ravyn encounters a knife kick that pushes her back again. Ravyn put her previously forked hand into her pants pocket.

“Again!” Belle snarled in frustration. She attacked once more, throwing everything she had left. Jab. Straight. Then a left hook that unexpectedly landed solidly against Bastian’s pad. Smack. The sound made Pooh and Kyle cheer. “Holy shit! That punch had weight!” Pooh shouted. “Look at their faces. They’re intense.” “Not just intense,” Nick added from the corner. “You guys feel that? The air’s getting… hot.” It was.

Earning himself a scoffing chuckle. “On your count, Rin,” Lex called out. The alpha unwilling to do the count down for as long as they’ve known each other. “From ten to one. That cool with you?” He answered baring fangs. “Have at it,” The blond shrugged nonchalantly. “Ten, nine, eight,” They were circling now. Eyes alight and all fangs and talons on display. “Five, four, three,” Lexus rolled his shoulders, popped his neck while bulging his muscles and gnashed his teeth in an impressive display. This was an alpha who had challenged other alphas. The Brunet wasn’t sure the number, but Lex always came out the victor.