Anthropomorphic Planes Novels & Stories

But still, yes, it turned out there had been a few humans every generation or so who could access the astral plane, which Wikipedia defined as “a plane of existence postulated by wolf and human philosophies as the world of the celestial spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way to being born and after death. It is generally believed to be populated by spirits and other immaterial beings.” I noted with some amusement that the entries took for granted that omegas, very strong alphas, and other gifted wolves could reach the spiritual plane, whereas humans who could do it were considered such anomalies. I thought it more likely many of the humans who reached the astral plane jus

“Apparently, there are older worlds than this one which came into existence before ours.” “I’m not sure I’m following you.” “Okay, let’s call them higher planes then. You can follow that, right?” “I guess.” “Okay, so these higher planes also contain life much older than ours, but not so corporeal.” “Like angels and demons, that sort of thing?” “Erm . . . probably. Usually these beings can’t . . . I guess you’d say manifest here in our world. But they can sometimes enter it through Quiet Places like the forest, and we can even leave this world if we want to, and if we know how.”

Ignoring me, Anthrose continues to move, dipping into the cockpit where the pilot is working to keep the plane under control. Eyes widening, I look out the large window ahead, realizing that there were quite a few of these creatures surrounding us. How in the hell did Anthrose expect to do to get rid of them just sitting in this plane? “Have you prepped them?” Anthrose asks, taking me by surprise. “Prepped what?” I ask, looking from the pilot to Anthrose, though he can’t see it. “What’s going on?” Instead of responding, the pilot gives a thumbs up, and Anthrose takes a seat and grabs what looks to be another steering wheel.

It’s comforting to always feel someone with you, but also terrifying and claustrophobic. “There are many planes to exist upon.” She begins, thoughtfully. “These planes can exist with or without your knowledge, and are in most cases self-contained.” She pauses before continuing, “The Gods and Goddesses are not bound to a singular plane. They can move and influence different planes of existence. This is the terrestrial plane of your birth.”

"It is just like earth, but a parallel universe co-existing. There are numerous planes with different species aside from humans tethered to the earth's plane." “How then did you get here, if you’re from a different world?” her interest almost palpable. "There are gateways to each plane, for instance, my plane has a portal at the center of the city. Werewolves can travel between worlds using that, but it is being secured and managed like the airports you have here. I would like to say we are civilized on a certain level compared to other planes. On earth, there are a number of such portals, amortals from other worlds can come in using such portals, whichever is tethered to their plane," he e

Not a single person was willing to stand up for me. In my disappointment, Anna handed me a tissue. “Here. Wipe yourself off. Then, take me to see it.” I started to feel hopeful again. I took her hand and slowly stood up. “Hold on.” A man in gold-rimmed glasses stopped us. He adjusted his glasses and said, “Commercial planes don’t have self-destruct programs. Only military jets or drones do. I could tell this man was lying from the very beginning. You’re a nice girl. Don’t fall for his nonsense.”

It's population is greater than their land, and the people on earth are Mortal! The first thing we saw was an enormous green tree aligning along the road with something like beetles moving in the middle of the road. "What's that, Dad?" asked Taylor " That is a car, princesse !" Since humans can not teleport or anything, mother nature gave them an Active brain like no other creature's. So they invented that Beetle and other metal birds to help them with transportation issues" I saw a pregnant woman sitting in the Balcony and asked my father for permission to see her future baby and he allowed me to do so.

The world was watching as we were swallowed by the black cargo plane. The interior of the plane was a cavern of cold steel and glowing servers. It wasn't a cargo hold; it was a **Flying Data-Center**. In the center of the room, standing over a massive "Deletion Pit," was the **Executive**. He wasn't a giant anymore. He was a man-sized android made of the same grey polymer as the Blank Slates, but he wore a perfectly tailored business suit made of woven fiber-optics. "Subject 01," the Executive said, his voice coming from every speaker in the plane. "You have been a very expensive 'Error.' But the shareholders have decided that your 'Rebellion' is actually a great marketing angle for our new

"Okay, let's say Daddy wants to buy you a plane... what would you like it to be?" Max immediately beamed. "I want a big one! But not too big! It has to be big enough for me, Mommy, Cece, Uncle Ben, and Daddy! Oh, and it has to have Superman on it! And it has to have a T-Rex on the wings! And the tail has to have the Autobots logo!" Pascha pretended to think. "Hmm... a plane with Superman, dinosaurs and Autobots? That's an interesting combination."

Is that plane a servant? I who heard Kazexian's answer spontaneously laughed, "Hahahaha ... that's so funny. Your joke is funny! The plane was neither servant nor human. The plane is a means of transportation. Don't you know what a plane is? Is this place so small it doesn't know planes? "