Romans & histoires Defying Gravity Edit

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

It's so embarrassing. His room door was slightly ajar so I could hear music coming from it which means, he's awake. God! How would I cross over to the other side without him noticing? An idea popped into my head, I grinned. That's easy, I might be a doctor but I'm also good at dancing. Ballet dancing actually, so my reflexes are quite good. I might as well act as a spy doing a secret agent work in other to cross. With that thought, I moved backward, seizing my surroundings, and then did backflips twice, landing on my toes.

It was quite difficult because of our height difference but I'm proud of myself for doing so. " What was that?!" he asked frowning. " That was for the incident a while ago", I answer shrugging my shoulders while stepping back. But he started to walk too. " I-uh, I-yeah I need to go to the dormitory. Bye", I nervously stated and tried running away but his reflexes are way more faster than mine. He forcefully grabbed my right arm causes me to uncontrollably face him. We are now inches away from each other where I can smell him. I can see his angelic face, his long eyebrows, blue eyes, his pointed nose and soft lips. I gulped at our close proximity. I push him lightly putting enough distance f

pulling the Alpha-Void out of the obsidian casing while Dante was still conscious inside. "DANTE!" I lunged, but Silas didn't even flinch. He tapped a button on his wrist-comm, and a "Gravity-Well" slammed me into the floor. It wasn't frequency; it was pure, heavy mass—the same technology they used to keep the Moon in orbit.

I stay and await my unknown fate, or I at least attempt an escape. But is this even an option to weigh? My first chance at an escape. My first chance in five years at freedom. This is it. Now or never. I move fast. My fingers find the latch, testing it. It's locked, but not well enough. Not for me. I slam my shoulder into the door. Once. Twice— It gives just enough. Wind rushes in. I don't hesitate. I jump. The ground hits hard, pain shooting up my legs, but I roll through it and push to my feet in the same motion.

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

Only the Life Substitution Spirit was still alive. Such a result was utterly unacceptable. "Pfft!" Alex knelt on the ground, gasping for air. His Great Gravity Spell was only at the first level. If it was only the first level, the effect on Aria would be minimal, and it would be unable to stop her at all. Hence, he looked for a way to superimpose a full thirty-six images, each casting the Great Gravity Spell. This way, when they were superimposed together, the gravity reached a terrifying value.

Faith cried out. With a powerful shout, Faith unleashed a massive blast of silver anti-gravity energy straight upward. The silver light shot out like a geyser, hitting the collapsing ceiling. Instead of the rocks crushing them, the energy blasted the debris into powder and created a glowing, frictionless shield around the group. With another sharp flick of her wrists, Faith reversed the gravity beneath their feet. The five of them shot straight up through the five-hundred-foot shaft like a rocket, leaving the exploding bunker behind in a cloud of silver sparks and smoke.

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."

For a moment, I thought—hoped—my words had reached him. Then Darius smiled. “If you stand against me,” he said, “you will end the same way as the old man.” The mana around him flared violently. I exhaled slowly. “So be it.” I lifted my hands and spoke clearly, deliberately. “No force escapes what has been said. Echoes press like crushing lead. Motion halts beneath the clock. Bind by oath and echo—Gravitas Lock!” The floor beneath Darius fractured as invisible weight slammed down on him, gravity twisting violently inward. He staggered—but did not fall.