Falcon Punch Novels & Stories

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.

So far it was all good. “I’m just putting her through in most of the courses” Daniel said. “Right” Jake replied. They were suddenly intercepted by a brutish looking guy with a scar running down his left cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Falcon, as he was called, due to his sharp eyes used to detect victims that he would extort money from, was the hostel’s infamous bully known for his aggressive nature and getting into fights with most of the hostel inmates. Only a few in the hostel stood up to him and his thuggish ways.

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.

"Okay! Let's all breathe. No one's dying yet. Falcon, please. Keep the insults to a minimum. I don't want you to make Master Cameron cry." Falcon blinked. "You're flattering me to manipulate me. I respect it. But I still have standards. I like to look good in every situation.” He pointed dramatically at the car that held his pink velvet suitcase the size of a coffin. "I have lots of stuff that may come in handy, like my enchanted humidifier, my night serums, the mint hair oil, my spell-proof eye cream, and at least two backup power crystals. Also, I'm not sharing a tent with anyone who farts in their sleep. Yes, I'm talking about you, DJ. You look like the type." "I do not fart in my sleep,”

My family is the most harmonious one around because we're a blended family. Both my parents treat their children and stepchildren "equally". When money goes missing at home, my mother, Jessica Evans, always slaps me without even thinking of suspecting my older sister, Susan Chase. After meals, my father, Damian Chase, allows my older brother, James Chase, to rest. However, he threatens to take away my meal privileges if I don't wash the dishes. Even after they get into arguments, I always end up the sole outlet for their frustrations. Unsurprisingly, my mental state deteriorates. When Mom discovers the scarring on my arms, she looks at me with disgust. "You're too young to be acting de

I must be looking like a mess. Falcon examined the crowd in one sweeping glance. The gravity of situation dawned on him. His people were outnumbered by the pack. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak. "Calm down. We can talk it out like adults. Your mate is pretty. I couldn't resist myself," he explained nonchalantly. Rage surged through me. He made it sound like I was some toy and he wasn't guilty for violating me. Falcon lowered his gaze to me before backing it up to Ron.

“How dare you hurt my precious Adira?” Gritting his teeth, Falcon dialed his secretary’s number. [“Yes sir?”] “I will go to the Wine&Vibe right now,” Falcon said while glaring at the space between the air. “I have to meet that bastard who hurt my daughter.