Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

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”

"You don't even talk like me. You're too... polite. You say 'please' and 'thank you' to the cashier at the grocery store. Guys on the Falcons don't do that. They’re animals." "I can be a prick if I want to." She hacked at the other side, the metal blades grinding together. It was uneven. Jagged. It looked like a hack job because it was. She wasn't a stylist; she was an infiltrator. "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."

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.

Chapter: 31. ****** Daring, he looked directly into Falcon's face and with a smile. "You took the punch." He charged and chuckled when he saw Matthew point to the side he had received the blow, feigning a hurt expression with a soft hiss like he just got hit again. "He packed a good blow," Falcon confirmed and they both laughed softly. "Wonder what else he could do with those strong fists?" He raised a brow at Easton who visibly winced and then burst out laughing again catching his drift.

She said, defiantly. Falcon signaled to one of his boys and he charged towards her only to be swiftly knocked down to the ground unconscious by a heavy kick to the jaw. A look of surprise came on Falcon’s face before it was replaced with anger. He commanded the remaining three to attack at once and a full fight began. Daniel and Falcon stood by as they watched Annabelle brutalize the three guys, one by one. The first charged with his knife and she sidestepped him before hitting his back with her elbow, stunning him enough to drop his knife. Before he could recover, Annabelle had blocked the punch of the second guy and jabbed him in the face before lifting him by the shirt and throwing him to

Chase looked slightly taken aback but quickly shook his head and sighed. A flash of purple lightning immediately struck the ground right after that. The Salvatores' mansion shook violently. Inside, everyone had gone silent. Falcon stood in the middle as he looked up into the sky. His body stiffened, and his eyes glazed over. He was dead. His back was filled with marks that looked like cracks. They were caused by the purple lightning. When the purple lightning struck him, his flesh and blood splattered, and his internal organs covered the ground. "You… are dead."

ALEXI "We hit the packhouse! It's the only way to take over this town." Ian yells. "Bro, you're insane! It's suicide! We wouldn't get past the fucking security. We hit the town. Take the pack then the house. He'll have to give it up if he has nothing left." A large guy named Falcon, slammed his fist on the table. He stands and rubs his shaved head. "You know I'm right." Falcon is Ian's second in command. He was the second in command to the former Lycan leader, but when Ian killed him, he followed right along.

She almost went numb for a few seconds which gave them time to reorganize. "What the… Was that a punch ? Damn! He can throw a punch…" "In what world is that a punch? He almost one-shotted her… " "Somebody help me understand… Why is he not a damage dealer?" Creed felt his attack connect so he jumped back 4 feet away. His feet blurred as he grabbed Rain's body on her shoulders, and sprinted away faster than the speed of light. Nakiya also saw her chance and grabbed Falco on her shoulders.