Victorious Pilot Novels & Stories

Our Elite Royal Fighter pilots are:" I proudly announce the names and the room fills with excitement and admiration: 1. Chief Commander Sam - Seasoned leader and exceptional pilot 2. Niklaus - My King and partner, bringing skill and strategy to the skies 3. Kiren - Young and talented, with a natural affinity for flight 4. Luke - My Father and already a trusted member of the Royal Guard, now taking to the skies 5. Jameson - A skilled warrior, adding his expertise to the pilot roster." I sip my wine my lips are parched. "Their dedication and bravery, as they embark on this critical role. Defending the kingdom's skies, patrolling borders, and responding to threats from above and below. With thi

His face was splattered with a few drops of rain and the blood of his enemies, looking every bit the terrifying, unyielding god of war. He walked up to the tactical chest-camera worn by his lead commander, looking directly into the lens, directly at Serena. He didn't say a word through the comms. He simply lifted his hand, gripped the heavy silver signet ring on his finger, and tapped it against the camera lens. A dark, fiercely proud, and utterly unhinged smirk cut across his sharp features. He was acknowledging his queen. The first strike belonged to her. Alexie drove their van away, going back home, knowing everything was under control, and Victor would come back soon.

Past Victor listened to Viviana on the phone, her voice dripping malice as she said everything about Dominic's hideout. It was a perfect plan that was exactly laid down, and Victor was satisfied. He felt very proud of himself because there was a brilliant way in which he managed to impose Viviana into Dominic's team. It had in fact been a risk that had brought its reward now that he, Victor, was in the position to strike right where he wanted.

His voice was filled with satisfaction and there was a huge grin on his face. This was it. this was the perfect opportunity. Maya had played right into their own hands. Chandler’s stomach twisted. “That’s impossible. She—” Victor lifted a hand, silencing him. “Retreat.” The order was given, and the soldiers moved without hesitation. They couldn’t disobey him. Not if they didn’t want to die. They disappeared into the smoke and darkness. Chandler hesitated, watching Victor’s smirk deepen. This wasn’t just a battle won; it was a game played and mastered.

He snatched it out and prepared to put it on. At the same time, the pilot glanced at him and roared, "Give me the parachute!" Despite the pilot's insane demand, Evan paid no heed. In a desperate attempt to seize the parachute, the pilot lunged at Evan, who skillfully kicked him away and successfully donned the parachute. Realizing he couldn't snatch it, the pilot sneered. "I didn't expect the information we received about you to be wrong. You're quite skilled in combat. Unlucky for me!"

ZARA’S POV I watched Victor’s live TV appearance on my iPad and I barely blinked at the words he said. It was definitely part of his political campaign because there was no way he could have disarmed three men and rescued the whole plane. He should have stuck to something more realistic for his campaign though. Intelligent people would be able to tell it was a planned work.

I have crippling social anxiety, so online dating is the only kind of dating I can handle. The day I was reunited with my wealthy biological family, Flynn Davidson, the son they'd raised in my place, tearfully offered to give his engagement back to me. I quickly waved him off. "No, no. I'm good. I have a girlfriend." The moment the words left my mouth, several lines of text suddenly appeared in front of me. [I'm dying. The villain is turning down the engagement now, but just wait until he sees the heroine. He'll regret it immediately.] [The heroine only has eyes for the fake heir. This guy keeps shoving his chat history in her face and refuses to leave her alone.] [In the end, he drive

"Yes, you are the best at it, baby, but you also have other skills. We have been trained to be the best at what we do. But if we rely on weapons right off the back. It also means my plans weren't airtight, and they were flawed. And that would be unacceptable." Everyone in the room knew Victor was a mastermind at planning sharp, successful missions, whether in the jungle, sea, air, or big city. That was his specialty as an ex-Marine Ops in the military. He did his homework so thoroughly that A.W.S.E. rarely had to use their weapons in all their missions. "Don't worry, Seungchan; I've arranged for all our ammunition to be in America if needed." Victor said as he gave him a slight smile. Then

The crew scrambled, the pilot’s protests silenced by my glare, and we descended the steps, the jet’s engines winding down as we piled back into the SUV, tires screeching against the tarmac. The convoy roared back toward Miami, the city’s skyline sharpening as we approached the warehouse district, a labyrinth of rusted steel and shadowed alleys where Viktor’s lair festered. I gripped my Beretta, the metal cold against my palm, my mind a storm of vengeance. “No survivors,” I growled, my voice a death knell, my men nodding, their faces set with grim determination. We parked a block away, the SUV’s fanning out, and I led the charge, my coat billowing as I moved like a predator through the shadow

He's an enemy, and showing weakness would never be beneficial to her. She exhaled the brewing tension in her chest. “Victor.. I don’t know what you want from me, but—” “I want you to get your father back,” Victor cut through her words. That stopped her. She looked up sharply at him and met his steady gaze. “He’s alive, Evie. You're father didn’t get on that plane.” She stared at him, her pulse ringing in her ears. “What are you talking about?” Victor studied her with those unfamiliar mysterious eyes. “I had everything planned before Mandy orchestrated the plane crash. I had him extracted before the plane took off. He’s alive and safe.”