Bottomless Pit Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

It snaked from the canisters into a rusted grate in the floor. My blood ran cold. "...and a gravity-mine," I finished. "Stolen from a mining depot. Illegal. Volatile." "Crude," Barzil noted. He didn't move, but his muscles coiled tight under his armor. "Crude, but lethal," I said. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple, stinging my eye. I didn't blink. "The tripwire triggers the kinetic blast. The explosion doesn't kill you—it knocks you into the gravity well. The well activates on impact. It crushes the target while they are disoriented."

The maimed herald in the rift began reconstituting its arm by absorbing magma bubbling up from the depths, but we gave it no time to complete its regeneration. Lawrence grasped me by the waist with his uninjured arm and leaped straight into the open mouth of the fracture with me in his hold. Our descent was a free fall down a vertical throat five hundred meters deep. Living rock walls blurred past us, cracked and streaked with veins of incandescent sulfur. I unfurled my phoenix fire wings behind me in a powerful beat that slowed our momentum, setting us gently down upon a natural platform of black basalt jutting out into the Great Subterranean Abyss.

He'd need time to recover, so he wouldn't be able to climb up on his own right now. I steeled myself and put on the safety harness, then lifted my head and told the other half-elves, "I'm going down. You guys hold the rope steady, and whatever happens, don't let go." I'd never gone into a pit this deep, but I now had no other choice. I took a deep breath before slowly lowering myself into the pit inch by inch. There were almost no footholds along the pit's walls. I tried to put my foot down on it, but slipped and ended up with a gash on my knee.

Above them, the sky was a distant, dying pinprick of gray; below, the vortex of the Abyssal Cradle churned in utter, suffocating darkness, broken only by sudden, silent flashes of crimson ley-fire. Kira led the vanguard. Her boots gripped the frosted stone with practiced precision, her hand resting flat against the frozen basalt wall to gauge the subterranean vibrations. Every few hundred yards, the spatial pull shifted unnaturally. Gravity warped, dragging at their limbs sideways or threatening to pull them out into empty air, forcing them to wedge their bodies flat against the cliff until the wave passed.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Vane screamed—a thin, terrified shriek that was instantly cut short. The fifteen-foot wedge of solid black iron rushed through the center of the room with the speed of a falling fortress. The flat, unyielding face of the pendulum struck Vane squarely between the shoulder blades with a dull, sickening thud that pulverized his spine instantly. The kinetic force didn't just throw him; the immense weight of the regulator carried his broken body forward, pinning him against the opposite basalt wall of the pit before scraping his remains down into the frothing, violet tide below. The sub-zero pool gave a massive, violent heave as it swallowed him, a single, massive bubble of frozen violet vapor bu

The golden pillar of light did not just illuminate the colosseum; it tore through the very fabric of the localized temporal bubble. The rhythmic hum of the massive brass rings outside the shaft violently spiked into a deafening, metallic shriek. Inside the chamber, gravity failed for a fraction of a second. Devashish’s leather ledger floated upward, its yellowed pages flapping wildly, before slamming back down to the obsidian floor as the atmospheric pressure plummeted.

The blue haired one raised her clawed hand. I threw myself backward and the ground disappeared. There was no floor. Just air and then nothing and then falling, the trees above me shrinking fast as I dropped into darkness, the walls of the pit rushing past, and the scream I let out echoed upward and was swallowed immediately by the dark closing over my head. I hit the bottom hard.

And then it happened. The ground beneath me gave way. A hidden mechanism triggered, and I plunged downward, screaming. The pit yawned beneath me, jagged stone walls rushing past. My Omega power flared instinctively, a golden aura wrapping around me, slowing the fall, cushioning the impact, but not completely. Pain shot through my legs, my back, but I gritted my teeth and kept my focus.

Or maybe his fears were different. We walked on. The second trap was a pit. Neal stepped on a patch of ground that looked solid. It was not. The earth gave way beneath him. He fell, his arms flailing. I grabbed his wrist. Noah grabbed mine. We pulled him back just as a dark, hungry void opened below. It was not a hole in the ground. It was a hole in reality. A spiritual void. If he had fallen in, he would not have died. He would have simply... ceased. Unmade.