Mask Of The Blue Falcon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Warm fair velvety tight skin rippled as his muscled hands slipped into the white long sleeves. Hard flat chest slowly being concealed by the white print shirt, the ugly head of a spiteful falcon reared its head on Oliviér's shoulder blade, it's red eyes looking as realistic as can be achieved.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Holding my hand delicately as he was attentive to the steps in case I should misstep. I lifted the gold mask to my face, trimmed in long blue decorative feathers. And prepared myself to confront all my guests for an evening which could, just as easily prove pleasing as it could be distressing. Depending on who is in attendance. Immediately Alaric’s face flashed in my eyes. Both when it was angry and when it was grinning, and his blue eyes seemed alight with vibrant life.

A slightly rough voice echoed from the other of a blue tooth device. "Copy, Alpha." A captivatingly pretty lady on a feathery orange-red Phoenix masked replied codedly. Her alluring body was magnificently accoutred in a classic sapphire blue plunging neck dress. She carefully maneuvered her way through the crowd of happily chatting guests and scanned her surrounding before walking into the convenience. Unknown to her, an attractive pair of deep blue eyes had been transfixed on her when she unconsciously brushed her delicate skin on his arms.

But damn, he’s got the aura of death down. His body is painted entirely robin’s-egg blue, except his face—which is matte black. He carries a blue snake, and wears a massive hummingbird skull mask that shadows his glowing eyes. His nose is blunt, his mouth flat, and his ears are pierced with large gauges. He’s shirtless, too, but wears an enormous collar made of gold, cloth, and beads, and a loincloth held in place by a gold belt. Feathers sprout from one leg, and he’s barefoot.

He plucked it up and lifted it to his nose and identified it as his own. "Why is one of my feathers here?" He asked Atlas between clenched teeth. Sophia pulled the feather from his fingers and said," Please don't destroy that feather, I find it fascinating and it gives me solace." Faelon glared in bewilderment at her as Atlas snickered. "Do you know what that feather is?" Faelon questioned angrily. Twirling it in her fingers, Faelon's eyes widened seeing small blue sparks on her fingers. They coiled up her digits as they joined with the hellfire still present in his feather.

Belinda pulls something out. “Your mask, my dear.” “Ah. I forgot” King Alexander reaches for the mask. But Belinda holds onto it. She turns to show us first. “Do you like it?” “I-” I feel my voice squeak. I suddenly feel tongue-tied. But I am the only one. “It suits you,” Mykhol babbles. While he speaks, I notice how the mask matches her dress. The same blue and red. It’s also the same color as Father’s suit.

If he was not in the mountains and he could not find his way back, he would have left a long time ago. It was fine not joining Falcon anyway. He waited a few more minutes. David's mind power sensed a strong aura coming over and he instantly perked up and looked at the woods across from him. A man who was wearing the same outfit as the Falcon members just now appeared. However, David noticed that even though their outfit was similar, the picture on their arms was different. The people whom he just defeated had a wolf on their arm while this man had a bird on his. Yes… It was a bird.

Nandini pouted at their actions "again they tricked me with their fake fight." In between, these people forgot that a pair of charcoal black ocean was sensing them. He was listening very carefully to their words, his eyes covered with black shades. No one could observe his inner agitation. Nandini's gaze immediately went towards those eyes. Even though there was a black veil of shades over his eyes, yet his eyes were piercing Nandini like an arrow. There was no expression on Falcon's face. He was standing against the bonnet of the car and both his hands were on the Black Audi RS7 Sportback.

I answered. "Okay" I just watched Gun walked until he reached the doorstep and went inside the house, I took a deep breath and smiled, I need to look that I'm not bothered in front of my friends. As I went inside the house I saw how it was decorated with blue and yellow balloons, there are also foods on the table. "Congratulations" Gun shouted and gave me a peck on the lips. "What's this?" I asked blankly. "Celebrations for your promotion," He said