Sword Of The Falcon Novels & Stories

She flicked her wrist, and a bodyguard stepped forward, holding a leather gauntlet. Perched on it was a pure white Sicilian falcon, its talons sharp, wings folded tight. “Her name’s Issa.” Sofia’s smile was sweet, venom dripping from every syllable. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” The falcon launched off the gauntlet, wings beating hard as it swooped straight for me. My face drained of all color in an instant. A primal, gut-deep terror crashed over me. Flashbacks of that rainy night seven years prior, when rival capos had sent a trained falcon to maul my face.

They both charged forward towards him at the same time and the next second, they could not find him there again. Lucas whistled behind them and before they would look back, he hit both their bodies together and they fell. They both stood up immediately and the first guy decided to attack Lucas. If they didn’t carry out the order their master sent them, they would both be dead anyway. Gripping the knife hard, he made to stab Lucas but just in time, Lucas caught hold of his wrist and twisted it backwards at a right angle and then the wrist and arm were snapped into two. The man’s face contorted in pain and he dropped to his knees, screaming and holding his broken arm.

Donovan staggered backwards holding his gun still, hesitating to pull the trigger while he barked out a warning to Natasha. ''Stay right there or I shoot,'' Donovan warned staggering backwards as Natasha forged in his direction regardless. ''You have to listen to me, young lady. You have to...'' In a wink of an eye, the rushing Natasha sprinted towards Donovan and lunged at him. The duo went down crashing with Natasha falling flatly across Donovan's body. In a reflex, Donovan made to brush Natasha's body aside to repulse further attack but, instead, he caught the glimpse of a dagger thrust in and out of her jugular in quick sequence, forcing a stream of blood from her jugular vein. Donovan's

Enough with the chit chat, you are coming with me you traitor! "Enough chit-chat, you traitor, you're coming with me!" Slejj yawned loudly for a long time. He closed his eyes for a moment to reclaim all of the air he had lost, then returned the sword to Alicia. "The sword was one of my prized possessions, so take proper care of it. It belonged to one of my closest friends. I never expected him to hand it over to someone like you." "Don't act sad or something! You are well aware that you are the one who caused my father's demise, and you will be held accountable..."

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

It seems that if he repairs the sword holder… the sword can be used by Randu. Burdak stood up, and went to the back of the cabin, near the bathroom, there is a wooden box he had made to store his belongings and combat gear. Burdak found the sword of iron and steel alloy. The handle is made of wood and animal skins. There are some feathers as decoration. His young self likes to collect rare animal fur. He remembered getting two black feathers that are now attached to the sword he is holding. One… is a very rare black peacock feather, he got on his first mission, the second is a red starling feather, it should have been red… but when it was pulled out… it turned black. The young Burdak put it

It would be easy for a warrior like her to kill someone like her. I shift back in frustration, I go to grab her when a loud growl rings through the air before a huge silver wolf leaps in front of her. I recognise the wolf straight away it’s him, Clayon. Enyo steps up to his side, running her hand through his fur. She says something in a low voice and his wolf purrs; It fucking purrs.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Even though I haven't met the Alpha who cheated on Lizzbeth yet, David is just as dangerous. "I freed your spirit, but that doesn't mean you have the right to judge my actions," I said indifferently. Not wanting to waste any more time than this, I prepared whatever I could grab while waiting for my falconer to arrive. There was no longer a long-barreled sword at my waist. I replaced it with a small but poisonous sword. A blade-shaped sword that I made using tiger bone. Whoever it cuts, will not be able to survive. [creak!]

With the support of the Swift Wind Sword Technique, Sebastian's sword speed was a notch faster than before, instantly slashing four times. Each sword left sword marks on the falcon, and the damage became increasingly severe. A significant portion of the falcon's health bar was depleted in an instant. Feathers, usually cherished, fell all over the place, leaving many areas bald, with blood flowing like a spring, presenting a pitiful sight. The falcon was in agonizing pain, crying out repeatedly. But it also knew that Sebastian was challenging to deal with. Not planning to give him another chance for a close-range attack, it quickly spread its wings, flying into the air, flapping its wings.