Tails Helicopter Novels & Stories

I stopped at the helicopter door and looked down at him. "Spend the rest of your days with your precious childhood friend. You two are a match made in heaven." Without another glance back, I stepped into the helicopter. The roar of the blades thundered through the air as it slowly lifted off. Through the cabin window, I saw Trevor standing on the aisle, shouting furiously. His phone was vibrating nonstop with calls about the collapse of his company. "Helena, if you walk away today, don't ever think about coming back to me!"

All he really wanted to do though was scare the shit out of her and find out why the hell she'd come to his room that night. They walked around a bend in the path and then Mark could see the helipad before him, the steps leading into the big Sikorsky helicopter already in place and one of the flight crew waiting by the door. Behind it sat the twin-rotor Chinook that was used to transport guests, staff and supplies. "Best of luck, Master Mark," Henry said, winking again. Mark shook his hand, a gesture he had to force himself to make with a man he suspected was setting him up, and turned towards the helicopter.

A rain of shredded meat and blood cascaded over the room. Skylar stood in the center of the gore. Bits of flesh clung to her hair, her eyelashes, and the corner of her mouth. She didn't flinch. She simply looked up at the circling helicopters and let out a sharp, piercing whistle. VROOOOM— An even more terrifying engine roar drowned out Landon's fleet. From the clouds above, thirty modified Black Hawk helicopters, emblazoned with a matte-black rose insignia, tore through the sky.

"MIRRA!!" Carrie screams as she races into the kitchen and tackles me at the knees. I laugh as I pick her up and bounce her little. Sometimes when I've been over here on the weekends, Carrie and her two older twin brothers, Tyler and Taylor, have been here, too. Carrie is barely three with long curly black hair, blue eyes, dark skin and chubby little cheeks. Tyler and Taylor are almost five. Both boys have the dark skin but Tyler has dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes while Taylor has dark brown hair and green eyes.

His fingers were claws, scratching uselessly at the harness. The helicopter hit the surface of the lake. It wasn't a clean entry. The tail rotor snapped off, sending the cabin spinning into a violent, churning mess of water and debris. Crunch. The world went upside down. Cold, murky lake water rushed through the open door, slamming into Phineas’s chest. He held his breath, his muscles screaming as he kicked against the rising weight of the water. He pushed himself out of the sinking wreckage, his boots finding purchase on the muddy bottom of the shallow lake.

Teresa's phone was locked and it required facial identification and fingerprints to unlock it, so Hilda could only look at her lock screen where there were a number of missed calls. Nathan's number was among the missed calls and Teresa had saved his number as 'My love'. Hilda then put the phone in her pocket and continued to walk in silence. Just then, she received a call from Lou. "Miss, the helicopters are ready." Hilda coldly replied, "Send out all the helicopters and drones to scan the mountains at the fastest speed and find him." Then, the crowd continued to move forward. The rescue force's plane was airlifted from Taadi City and landed in the small town.

It wasn’t that long until I would be eighteen. The Hell Twins looked at each other before answering at the same time, “Yes, we can do that,” they both said. The sound of their voices sounded heavenly to me, but I was not going to admit that. “I am not moving into the pack house with you right away either. Since I am not eighteen yet, I am going to stay at home with my mother until my eighteenth birthday. You guys can visit me there.” I could feel the weight of their stares. I knew this would be hard for them but if I am really their mate, they will have to wait for me.

The peaceful rhythm of the helicopter's rotors provided a conducive environment for focused work. As they approached Coimbatore, the helicopter descended towards the airport. Karen and her team disembarked and made their way to the private terminal. Here, a Gulfstream G700, a state-of-the-art business jet, awaited them. The spacious cabin, equipped with comfortable seating, a well-stocked galley, and a dedicated workspace, offered a luxurious and productive environment.

Teter⁠boro Airp‌ort, New Jersey‍. 2:00 AM. ⁠Th​e helic⁠opter touche​d down on the⁠ tarmac w‌ith a heav⁠y thud.⁠ The rain was t‌orrential no⁠w, slashing sideways in the wind. Through the wate‍r-stre​ak​ed gla‍ss, I saw a small, u‍nmarked Gulfstr⁠eam‍ jet waiting, its⁠ eng⁠i​nes a​lready w⁠hining.

Caitlyn hadn’t ridden in a helicopter since medical school during clinical rotations, when she’d volunteered as an EMT physician for eight weeks. She hadn’t regretted it. The helicopter flight to the picturesque costal city against strong wind coming from varying directions hadn’t been pleasant with a throbbing headache and the rush of adrenaline nauseating her. She doubted even without those and the gusty winds that the noisy, shuddering machine would have been much better.