Pilot Novels & Stories

Sophia adjusted the strap of her designer carry-on and climbed the stairs into the luxurious private jet. At twenty-eight, she was a sought-after executive assistant, hired last-minute for a high-stakes charter flight escorting a reclusive tech billionaire’s confidential documents across the Atlantic to London. But it wasn’t the client who made her pulse race, it was the pilot. Captain Marcus Hale stepped out of the cockpit to greet her personally. Six-foot-three of pure confidence wrapped in a crisp navy pilot’s uniform.

"Think. Any detail. A smell. A sound. A direction the co-pilot mentioned." "They... they mentioned coordinates," the pilot gasped, his eyes wide with desperation, willing to say anything to stop the pain. "I heard them... latitude... north... I don't remember the numbers... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I stared at him. He didn't know. He was just a pawn. A tool. I stood up abruptly. The violence in me demanded I put a bullet in his head. It would be easy. It would be justice. But it wouldn't bring Adrian back.

— Pilot: Hardball Role: Artillery Loadout: Federal Shipyards “Prowler” Light Scout Chassis [B] Federal Shipyards MP55p Machine Pistol [C] Federal Shipyards “Baby Eagle” MiniScan Sensor Gun [B] Myrmidon Technology “Bombardier” Concussion Mortar System (SM) [B] Federal Shipyards “Adjudicator” Electromace [B] —

I looked at him with fear in my eyes. “Pandora, what happened?” He asked me. His eyes with a mix of worry and anger. “I received a premonition. Apparently, I’m the chosen of the Gods to stop the apocalypse.” I saw. My voice comes out as a whisper as I feel my father’s breath gets caught in his throat. He was trying so hard to process everything I told him that I could see his ears getting red as his blood travels up and down his brain, I could hear his heartbeats getting stronger and higher as he understood the situation.

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

I immediately called my pilot. My pilot answered on the first ring, “Hello, sir.” I answered, “Hey, Bill, I need to fly home in two days. I want to leave at five am.” He replied, “Yes, sir. I will make sure the jet is ready to go.” I thanked him and ended the call. I went to bed and dreamed of my Harley all night.

The pilot answered. " What do you mean you can't control it...isn't that your job?", Lucan snapped at him " This is beyond me Sir" The pilot replied. The emergency alarm kept ringing and everyone in the plane started panicking. Using almost her whole strength, Polaris let out a loud scream, ripping the plane in two and leaving it to crash to the ground. Just then, a loud outburst was seen as the plane bursted in flames. Due to the wave and heat of the outburst was kinda too much...it sent Eclipse, John and Blink flying and crashing to the fence. They all fell with a loud thud on the floor, passing out.

She beamed in his chest thinking about the times they've spent in the cockpit, always memorable. Greg is a fifty year old pilot who still has the energy of a horse, he is one of the best pilots the whole Emirate has and he works alongside Mika'il. He likes her a lot and always say she looks like his late wife, she takes advantage of that and ask if she could sit in the cockpit with her husband, he'd agree after much reluctance and made sure she is with him than her husband. She gets to see those amazing button, the view from the window, some think it is unprofessional but Mika'il's relatives own the airline.

The cursor blinks like a heartbeat. “Call your pilot,” Harry says. “Tell him to prep the jet.” There — the opening. I nod, and pretend to pull contacts. My thumb lands on a name I have used before for emergencies. The pilot answers on the second ring, a voice like gravel and loyalty. “Sterling.” He is all business. “You okay?”

Mikhail asks and I look at him confused. “Excuse me? “What do you prefer? “Isn't there a pilot?” I ask confused. “He's a good copilot, but, as a pilot, he's still lacking. I have requested the presence of our pilot, but, he is not in the country, as is his replacement. And whoever is in the country, it would take at least three hours to get here. >> So, your only option is me, well, if you don't want to wait for our pilot. Which, if you decide, I will understand perfectly.” Mikhail says while I'm trying to process how a doctor would b