Sword Of The Falcon Novels & Stories

His dark brown hair was messy and sticky with his sweat, his scruffy salt and pepper gray beard coated in his own blood and spit. I watched as he thrashed against their grip and I reveled in the sound of his pain filled screams as one of them slowly dragged the sharp blade of his knife across the front of his chest. From his left collar bone to his right, so agonisingly slow. When the knife finally left his chest, Felix’s head slumped in relief and he tried to catch his breath. It wouldn't last long. My second man was already waiting with the bottle of purple liquid in his hand. The concoction was made up by our healers, a special wolfsbane brew. A potent liquid that we now incorporated to a

Due to that, he had forgotten about it ever since. “Samuel!” Falcon tossed the forgotten sword to him. “Oh, this…” His eyes filled with astonishment. “Use this sword if you want to fight Ryuzaki.” “This? I have my own sword-” Falcon turned away, refusing to listen to any complaint. “And oh!” She stopped her track and suddenly remembered something. She turned her head and pointed her chin at him. “For a greater result, please infuse your fire inside it. Then…” She then left him coolly after delivering the vogue speech as always.

A sound tore from his throat—not a standard growl, but a guttural, earth-shaking rumble of pure, unadulterated fury that caused the medical staff to instinctively step back in terror. "Fae," Kazan spat, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly whisper that promised death. He turned the weapon over, his thumb tracing the elegant, lethal curves of the engraving. "This isn't rogue scavenger steel, Kate. This is royal forge craftsmanship. This belongs to the Vanguard of the Winter Court."

A huge rifle was set up in front of him, aiming at Tyr’s head. This man was nicknamed Falcon. He was a world-class sniper who came from a military background in an Asian country. After retiring, he went to the middle-east and had been working as a mercenary since. Next, he was recruited by Dark Shura into joining Orpheus. Among the current Orpheus members who used firearms, Falcon’s marksmanship was number three. For this mission of dealing with Tyr, Dark Shura had appointed Falcon to go with Pluto, and that made him Pluto’s biggest trump card because killing with firearms was a lot easier than blades.

Not only that but, the growing light from the flame sword shrunk their pupils. "GET BACK!" Falco turned around and yelled, "SHE'S ABOUT TO FRY US ALL!" However, just before the flame reached the peak of its intensity, Creed armor started vanishing away from his body. The wind assaulted his sleeveless hoodie while he was falling towards the ground, and yet a giant stunning ebony colored medieval bow appeared inside his clutch. "No! You don't…." He uttered lightly under his breath, His muscle cramped up, and his bulging biceps trembled from the elastic resistance when he pulled the bow string with his bleeding fingers. Several bones inside neck, shoulders and back cracked simultaneously when h

I said to him. “You’re a worthless piece of shit, you and your protocols. You don’t even deserve the easy way out that death will bring you,” Falcon said, as he stuck the knife deep into Duncan’s heart and twisted it. He left the knife in his heart to prevent his healing and we stood there for ten minutes as we watched Duncan die. “Burn his body and flush his ashes down the toilet,” Falcon said, and turned to walk away. “Bring me the rogues and their leader,” I said, and ten Zetas headed to the dungeon.

"Go Turry!" "Ladies, that's enough, this is a solemn lesson in magick - and the first phase of my courtship!" Jarnja mock scolded, beating her furred breasts with her claymore. Silence, then laughter, fell across the fighting pit. Felice handed me a sapphire encrusted longsword carved with bindrunes in the shape of the wolf riding, snake reins giantess Hyrokkin. I saw Othala, the Ancestors, on its hilt. "I'll beat you, dear Jarnja," I smirked as I said it, flashing the blade.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

Fallon nods her head, and without wasting a second, she walks towards where the diamond was, she took it and quickly leaves the room before the clock hit the deadline program for the hacking. On leaving the room, she had an encounter with the posion ivies. Fallon count the hoodlums in front of her, and they were about ten in number "Give that to me" One of them said. He's a member of the posion ivies, fat and hairy like a wolf. Fallon smirks "You can only have it if you can cross me" Fallon said and unsheathed her sword. She throws the diamond inside her backpack and rushed towards them, slitting their throats with the sword, and being good at fencing was a big advantage to her.

Holy. In front of me stood a tall man, about six foot three, with a malicious smile slapped across his face. His hair was brown, reaching the top of his hazel brown eyes. It was messy and it fit the ‘scary man’ vibes he was giving off. When our eyes met, it felt as if he was staring right into my soul. I hated it. I thought the blade that he was carrying in his right hand was going to be the scariest thing about him, but I was wrong. My eyes immediately fell on his freaking 4 feet tall black wings and my brain couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. It looked so real.