Falcon Villain Novels & Stories

He growled at me, ready to pounce if he had to. All of the people I trusted had turned their backs on me. For how long had they been planning to kill me? All these couldn’t have happened in a day. They must have planned it for a while, and just biding their time for the right moment to strike. Now I understood why Orion Pack usually won their battles. They had so many spies in their enemies’ Packs. My beta knew many things about me, even my weakness. He must have told everything to Alaric. Fine. If this was how Alaric wanted to do this, then so fucking be it.

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.

In a more serious tone, he began, his voice low, "What I heard about this Alpha Evan just now and from others around, he doesn't sound very trustworthy. He only became an Alpha a few months back. Like you just heard, no one knows where he came from." "Rumour has it, that he killed the previous Alpha and a bunch of most powerful soldiers of their pack in a fight. And the others were too scared of his strength to challenge him, so he ended up becoming their Alpha. That man spells trouble, Mel. Don't go falling for his words," Raymond finished, his tone full of warning.

“You knew I’d stay. You knew from the fucking beginning. The debt, the club, the wire, everything. You’ve been playing chess while the rest of us were playing checkers.” Falcone set his glass down and moved closer. “I’ve been waiting. There’s a difference. I’ve been waiting for you to see that I’m not the villain in your story. I’m just the only one who refused to look away.” Cedric’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You destroyed my life so you could own me. You killed my father. You made Lily mute. You turned me into this… this thing that drops to his knees in a garage because he’s too fucked up to walk away.”

Falcon responded mockingly. "So, who will you choose this time? Some random young man whose family has caused you so much pain in the past, even until this moment?" Falcon raged. "Please, Luna Rudina, I am counting on you. I did a lot of things, but none of them were meant to hurt you or destroy anything you loved. If you heed his words, then we’ll all be doomed," I pleaded. Falcon grabbed Normani by her throat. He lifted her to the top of the mansion with him. "Are you that desperate to use your own daughter for your heinous wish?" Luna Rudina hurled She continued fighting with Falcon.

Of course, he didn't want me. I mumbled to myself as I crouched on the floor, the slickness down my inner thigh cooling in the fresh air. You foolish girl! You still fantasize about him. You hopeless idiot! I cursed my stupidity for believing that Nathan might want me. How could he ever want me? He loathed me. He resented me for shaming his beloved little bird. I had been the villain in their love story, always ready to prosecute the poor heroine. Or at least, that's what he believed. That's what they all believed.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“Your orders?” Thronebearer leaned forward, his gloved fingers steepled in thought. “We cannot tolerate betrayal,” he said, his voice as measured as a metronome. “But we are not savages.” Falcon, seated to his left, scoffed loud enough to echo. His mask was sharp and angular, and his voice matched. “Not savages? What do you call this setup? A tea party?” Falcon loved to stir the pot, and if the pot boiled over, even better. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I say we take her hands. Let’s see how much spying she can do when she can’t even hold a pen.”

I called to him as I finally opened my eyes to look at the door He gently opened the door, walked in quietly and closed it back in the same fashion, he felt like a ninja and I knew he was cautious and feeling guilty for disobeying me Looking at him as he cautiously walked towards me with a charming smile on his handsome face, I could not help but feel nostalgic Falcon is a true alpha, or at least he would have made a very fine one, he was very compassionate, understanding and would go to the ends of the earth for those he loves but for some reasons he has not yet told me, he despises any position of authority, especially the alpha position.

“Sebastian thinks he can protect you, but he has no idea what I’m capable of. He’s blinded by his own arrogance. You see, this is all a game to me. A way to crush him and show him just how powerless he is.” I shake my head in denial, but the fear gnaws at my resolve. “I won’t let you do this,” I protest, but it sounds weaker now, tinged with uncertainty. “Oh, but you already are,” Falcon presses, leaning closer so I can see the malice glimmering in his eyes. “You’ll watch as I dismantle him, piece by piece. And in the end, you’ll be right there beside me, knowing that it was all because of him that you suffered. Imagine the bond we could share.”