Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

Falco pupils dilated seeing him cover the distance before he could even blink. In the fraction of second, Varun fist reached his face. The moment his knucklebones touched his cheeks, Falco felt as if someone poured a molten magma inside his ears. His senses immediately went numb. A sound of cracking bones manifested followed by a loud resonating shockwave. ~BOOOOOOM Falco's feet lifted off the ground and he was sent flying, 24 meters away. The air boomed with tremors. The strength behind the punch was almost like a dynamite explosion. The strike sent his battered body in the air like a bloody spinning top.

Pierce. The meeting with Don Massimo went better than expected. His loyalty was intact, his words promising, his respect for the Plaza still unshaken. But what unsettled me were two uninvited guests meandering in Milan. He leaned back, cigar smoke puffing from his mouth. "Your mother’s been asking around for Falcon." He announced. That name alone made every nerve on my body rise. I knew exactly who Falcon was, a bottom-feeding hitman with a special taste for psychological terror for women. He didn’t just kill women, he destroys them first. Leaves them broken and violated, begging for death before delivering the final blow.

And just as he expects, names pull up but none of the three Reeds Whitby appear to be in New York at the point, neither are they even natives of the city or have they been seen nearby anytime lately. Marsh snickers and leans back in the chair and scoffs. “Someone was being careful and used a fake name. There is only one other way to catch this son of a bitch now… See him visually.” Falcon is a pretty big rental company, so obviously, there can’t possibly be a way which they won’t capture the faces of their renters, ad have some sort of identification for them… The drive to Falcon takes nothing more than forty five minutes and its few minutes to ten am when Marsh and Halloway pull up outside.

He muttered before starting to move again. ~~~ Falcon arrived at Kyle's house in his car. His head was throbbing brutally. It was as if he was beaten with a hammer. Despite the intensifying pain, he drove. "What's that?!" He exclaimed, squinting his eyes to look ahead of him through the windshield. The security guards outside Kyle's mansion were attempting to chase a homeless guy away. Falcon got out and neared them. As soon as he got within earshot and heard their argument, he stopped short in his tracks.

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.

And it was going come back and bite him in his ass. Someone help me out my dumb stupid self, please. Sorin pleaded mentally. Sorin's mobile pinged indicating he had a message and it woke him up from his self depreciating thoughts. Removing the phone from his pocket he saw his screen light up with the message Where are you? from Maceo. I am going to the ring to fight Sorin typed back. Why? I thought you didn't have any fights for today? Maceo replied. Just want to Sorin again replied.

Aspan launched himself at Falcon and threw the punch on his face. Falcon was ready for his attack as he already guessed his move. Aspan tried his famous Jab Punch on Falcon. FAlcon saved himself easily as he was master in 16 types of fights and 79 types of moves of pouches and kicks. He was not a CAPO for namesake. He fulfilled every word of his position. In short he is the Best in his own Kind Both were fighting or better yet playing “ I am tired” Aspan said tiredly. “Such a kid you are” falcon shook his head” come Tiger food is ready” Aspan laughed . Falcon rubbed Aspan’s head lovingly “ You became handsome”

He wasn't supposed to be at the Falcons’ practice, but he was standing there anyway, his hands gripped white-knuckle tight on the railing. "Focus on the puck, not the fan club," Jax snapped. He moved his shoulder into hers, a hard, purposeful jolt that sent her stumbling toward the center line. "Watch it!" she gasped, regaining her balance. "Make me." The whistle blew, signaling a change in drills. Coach gestured for them to gather at the center circle. The rest of the team shuffled in, their breath visible in the freezing air. Miller looked back and forth between Jax and Riley, his brow furrowed.

His muzzle scrunched up as he snarled dangerously and pounced at him. Falcon and Blaze rolled on the ground, tearing each other’s flesh. Black and brown furs flew in the air. Falcon sank his sharp incisors into Blaze’s shoulder. Blaze howled and wriggled, trying to shake him off. Falcon tried to hold firm, but his teeth soon lost their grip, and he flew back when Blaze shoved him away. He sprang to his feet instantly, snarling in a challenging way. He glared at Blaze with his shining amber eyes, his ears flat on his head.

He was lean, built for absolute, terrifying speed. His Totem mutation was elegant and deadly. His eyes were the piercing, hyper-focused amber of a raptor. From his forearms extended long, retractable, monomolecular blades that glowed with a faint, cutting wind-Aether. > [CRITICAL THREAT OVERLAY] > Entity: High Council Executioner. > Strain: Falcon-Class (Rank 6). > Specialization: High-Velocity Pursuit / Assassination. > The Falcon stood amidst the rotting fungal stalks and rusted scrap, completely unbothered by the crushing dark of the Under-Guts. He looked at the dead Goliaths, then his amber eyes swept over Nero and Silas, dismissing them instantly as trash.