Deep End Gravity Falls 소설 & 이야기

Panic tightened its grip, and her body began to surrender to fatigue. Her eyes fluttered closed, her limbs falling slack as she drifted downward. Blonde hair fanned out like golden seaweed in the murky water, and her body sank closer to the dark secrets hidden below—a bed of decay, where lifeless forms lay scattered. The greenish tint of the underwater graveyard concealed countless sins of the Cross empire, secrets buried in silence. Then, a splash. Dallion Cross dived into the icy water, cutting through it with precision and urgency. His sharp eyes found her descending form, limp and fading. Powerful strokes brought him to her side, his arm looping around her waist as he propelled them both

He leaned back, rubbing tired eyes — And whispered the truth he hadn’t meant to discover: “She’s not glitter.” A heartbeat. “She’s gravity.” And Cameron knew — he wasn’t drifting anymore. He was falling.

Earth disappeared. Not slow. Not with a crack or warning. Just like that. Mara felt heaviness for a moment. Then she fell. Next to her Jonas. Eva. Lyra. Stone walls ran past them. Silver light lines stretched through the darkness. The shaft was impossible. Much deeper than under an island should have space. Mara screamed. The wind ripped off her voice. Then something strange happened. The case was slower. Not because they hit something. This is because gravity itself became weaker.

"They run from bigger predators." < DEPTH: 36,000 FEET. IMPACT IMMINENT. > "We're hitting the floor!" I yelled, engaging the localized gravity-thrusters to slow our descent. The heavy tungsten Mantle-Pod shuddered as the Origin-Code repulsors fired, bleeding off our terminal velocity. The black water outside suddenly rushed past us, and with a heavy, sickening thud that shook the entire cabin, we touched down on the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

The gravity in the chamber settled, pinning me to the floor with a sudden, bone-crushing weight. ​“We have the anchors!” Silas’s voice crackled through my helmet, sounding triumphant. “The gravity wells are locked at ten thousand feet! The South is steady, Thorne! You did it!” ​I lay on the floor, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My arm was numb, and my vision was swimming with afterimages of golden fire. Caspian collapsed beside me, his suit dimmed and his breathing was heavy. ​“That was… unpleasant,” Caspian wheezed, a small, tired smile touching his lips.

A huge chandelier was in the room, filling the space with glistening light. Brad had a well-defined jawline and beautiful features, which looked unreal under the gorgeous light. I was dazed for a moment, and I felt a little sorrow that I could not describe. Brad's eyes were dreamy. The ends of his eyes were a bit red because he was tipsy. His collar was unbuttoned, and his neck and collarbone were covered in hickeys. "That young woman is Zoe Spencer," he said. I nodded and replied, "Mm-hmm. I know."

The assistant's voice grew quieter and shakier, laced with fear. "We've used every connection we have to check her travel records and movements, but… there's nothing. No trace at all." Enzo stood rooted to the ground, stupefied. The phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor, the screen shattering on impact. As he stood frozen and hollow-eyed, and the wedding hall erupted into uneasy whispers, the massive LED screen at the center of the venue flickered to life without warning. The slideshow of romantic wedding photos abruptly vanished, replaced by a grainy video clip—surveillance footage from a school hallway.

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

His feelings were far too fleeting. Ryan's fingers twitched, and I knew he was recalling the same moment. Then, he reached out with his claws and scraped away the words on my tombstone, carving new ones in their place. "Ryan and his mate, Tiana, rest here together." His claws tore open against the rough stone, blood dripping from his fingers, but he ignored the pain. Slowly, he lay down in the grave he had just excavated. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he injected himself with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.

“I don’t have to show myself. You know me. You know me better than anyone. The truth is, I was the one who raised you. I was the one who made you into what you are. All you need to do is look… deep.” The whole street goes dark, bringing out the contrast of the dark eyes even more. I step back, and all of a sudden, the ground disappears. It becomes a perfect mirror of the darkening sky. I let out a scream, trying to run, but it feels like falling now. My feet can still touch something solid, but a force of gravity is yanking at me, making me feel like I’m getting absorbed into a sandpit. I stagger back, trying to get away. But the absence of movement in my feet makes me fall flat on my back.