Sword Of The Falcon Novels & Stories

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

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!]

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

I said, and Falcon gave me a look. “When he said unseen, he meant invisible?” Falcon asked, and I nodded. “And you can do that?” “Yeah, I can do that. I’ve just never tested for how long I can do it,” I said, and he smiled. “This is going to be fun,” he said. “Do you have any experience?” Levi asked him. “My father was military,” Falcon said. “I can see that,” Levi observed. “You?” Falcon asked him, as he looked Levi over. He was wearing combat blacks, had two Jericho’s holstered to his thighs, and a Karambit on his belt. There was also a rifle hanging on a sling down his back.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Creed noticed that, with his rapid pace and quick reaction speed, Falco was able to avoid every needless direct skin contact despite being ganged up against so many of them. Half of the credit also goes to his axe. Just by the looks of it, Creed realized that his Soul Armas was somehow automatically dissipating a massive chunk of incoming damage, making it an ideal weapon for both defense and offense. As Falco rushed back and forth, everything was chaotic but still under control. In fact, by the looks on his face, he seemed to be enjoying the abrupt rush of adrenaline and notification ringing inside his head, almost like a dog being rewarded for his good deeds.

I asked Queen Selene, "You know the dark blade?" She nodded, "Yes. It belongs to Roosevelt." Michael and I froze, "It belongs to Roosevelt?" Michael pressed, "Then why was Daksha wielding it?" Queen Selene said, "Let me break it down. That sword was Roosevelt's personal weapon. The one he carried into every war. The one he used to channel his spell." Michael asked, "What spell?" I answered, voice low, "The spell that ripped the alpha of the White Claw Pack apart. The one that makes bodies detonate from the inside."

Colter grunted with arrogance, now storing the sword at the clasp on the back of his armor. “Do take care of that” Dyron told him warmly, “It’s called the ‘Black Phoenix’ and it fits, seeing your powers” Colter nodded at this wordlessly, and motioned for his new father to go about his business, as they had already finished taking care of the assassins. King Dyron The Palace, Kingdom of Havocc

Others were concealed behind the towering rock spires surrounding the base, arranged in careful formations, ready to strike if necessary. “You kept your end of the bargain, Dragon,” she remarked. “Did you think I’d lie about this?” he replied. The moment her eagle landed and Gildeon stepped down, Feviel marched toward him with barely restrained fury. One of his owls leapt from his shoulder mid-flight, morphing in a flash of light into a longsword. He threw it into the air, and the blade halted a breath from Gildeon’s throat. Gildeon stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the steel.

Deacon announced with a sly smile, which made Rex a little out of place, during his whole time fighting in Dracoterrum, he had barely ever used a weapon, he had relied on Fafnir’s skills, as he thought about this, the servant opened the crate lid, revealing a short sword, sporting a shining red blade that seemed to pulse, a golden handle with a large ruby on the end of the pommel, Rex had to admit, even thought he had not used many weapons, this blade looked incredible. Looking at the sword, then up to Deacon, who seemed to be eagerly anticipating him to do something, then over to his father, who winked and nodded at the sword, Rex bent over, picking the sword up in his hands, causing the cr