Defying Gravity Edit Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She just let her unique DNA speak to the air around her. A massive, shimmering shield of silver anti-gravity formed in front of her. The purple plasma balls hit the shield and froze in mid-air, their dark energy completely canceled out by her pure light. With a sharp flick of her wrist, Faith reversed the gravity of the plasma balls, sending them shooting right back at the soldiers. The blast knocked the guards off their feet, sending them flying into the mud. Faith reached the base of the main drilling machine. The giant iron drill bit was screaming as it forced its way into a massive, glowing gold crystal in the earth.

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.

Alfred was about to shake her off when he saw her face and froze, his own face a mask of shock. He stood there, rigid, staring down at the little girl seething with rage. Ruby's voice rang out, fierce and clear, "You can't hit my dad!" At her words, Alfred's eyes filled with tears. He dropped to his knees and pulled Ruby into a tight embrace, his face a mix of relief and stubborn sorrow. He choked out, "Ruby, I'm your dad, I am. Have you... Have you really forgotten?" Meanwhile, Chester's bodyguards had Maverick pinned to the ground.

If I had, I'd already be drowning in another wave of hate. I steadied my breathing, trying to calm down. I was about to leave the classroom and tell my team about my new program when Nicole's next post popped up. "Thanks for your support, everyone. Even if someone steals my work, I can still rebuild. That's something no one can take away. Here's my new program. Check it out!" My hand shook as I clicked the link. And my blood went cold. The code for her "new" program was exactly the same as my second version, line for line!

Each passing second felt like an eternity, the world around me fading into darkness as my consciousness teetered on the precipice of oblivion. In that moment, a surge of defiance coursed through me, empowering me to fight against the encroaching darkness. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I clawed at Zarion’s hand, desperately trying to loosen his grip. To create a sliver of space through which I could draw breath. “S-Stop… this… Zarion…. Don’t listen to your inner demons.” Zarion is still growling, so I shrieked louder. “Stop it! You can do it!”

She grabbed the handle of her closet door and pulled it open, revealing the trapdoor hidden beneath the piles of clothes. Her breath caught in her throat as she descended the creaky wooden ladder into darkness. The musty smell of damp earth filled her nostrils as she landed softly on the ground below. With a sense of urgency, she pushed the trapdoor closed above her, blocking out the dim light from her apartment. In the darkness, Sarah felt her way forward, her fingers brushing against rough stone walls as she navigated the narrow passage. Every sound seemed magnified in the silence, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down her spine.