Defying Gravity Kurt Hummel Novels & Stories

Bree's POV "Come on Bree you need to calm down," Shila said as I broke the fifth glass on the floor. " Stop telling me to calm down Shila, you saw what he did to you in there all because of that little girl. Kurt is slowly changing, for the first time, he resisted a woman, a damsel like you. This is so unlike him, making me look stupid in front of you." " Well, that doesn't mean you should kill yourself." She said.

"They never intended to let us go. They just wanted to see how we’d survive in the 'Wild' so they could patch the next version of the simulation." The Gravity Well As they ascended the central spiral, the tower’s internal defenses activated. This wasn't a squad of drones; it was a Localized Gravity Shift. The floor beneath them suddenly tilted ninety degrees, turning the hallway into a vertical drop. "Zane!" Elara shouted. Zane slammed his obsidian-flesh hands into the mirrored walls. He didn't use gravity-manipulation; he used pure, physical friction. He became an anchor, his muscles bulging as he caught Jax and Cole by their collars. Kael braced his feet against a seam in the metal, his he

"Did you really think I'd be so easy to kill?" Ketta's furious roar echoed as he ignited towering spiritual flames and swung his chain-and-hammer weapon with thunderous force toward Wilbur. At the same time, Wilbur felt the space around him solidify as if he were trapped in quicksand. Watching Wilbur struggle clumsily, Ketta taunted, "Do you see my true strength now, you weakling?" Gravity Space was Ketta's exclusive domain, capable of trapping enemies within a range in overpowering gravity, leaving him with an absolute advantage.

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."

It’s a trap. Then we drop,” Faith said. Killian looked down the deep dark hole, then looked at Faith with an amused grin. “You want to jump down a five-hundred-foot shaft!” “I have anti-gravity, remember?” Faith winked. She held out her hands. Killian took her right hand, and Leo took her left. Hope grabbed Leo’s shoulder, completing the chain. Faith closed her eyes, letting her unique DNA connection flare up. A beautiful, bubble of silver light wrapped around the four of them.

And Kieran _flew_. Straight up. 50 feet. Stopped. Hung there. Like a bug on a pin. “Kieran!” I screamed. Project 1 didn’t look at me. He walked past Kieran. Like he wasn’t there. To the van. To _Rylan_. Nero stood. Blood still running. “_Don’t_.” Project 1 looked at him. And Nero _knelt_. Not choice. _Weight_. Gravity increased on him 10x. Bones cracked.

Jed reprimands, to which she jumps out of my hold and nods her head in shame, apologizing to both Jed and me "No need to apologize las, Jed is just being a hard arse, aren't you Jed? Show the lady some kindness, won't you?" He nods his head in submission to me, "Right, Eve, Did Jedreel explain to you why you are here? And your new duty to humanity?" She nods her head once again, "Okay, you have the right to decline the position, I would understand if you had your own life to life." She shakes her head no. "It would be my honor Holiness, since Cain killed Able for rapping and killing his wife and then proceeded to do the same to Adam for covering up the lie to stay in favor of the creator, so

"Stop! They're Wendy's parents!" Yet the roaring winds covered my shouts. No one cared about my protests. The snowballs came in hard. They hit my face and whole body. Pain seared from the skin of my cheeks, and I was slowly losing feeling in my body. George was no longer young, and his health was on the decline. This torture drained what little color he had left, and his lips were turning purple. Diane could not endure the cold and insult. She kept cursing Zack, and the woman was clearly agitated. Then, her curses came to an abrupt halt.

Looking up, she realized she’d overshot the opening by a little bit, but it would have to do. Now for the hard part. Running her hands along his tall back, Cherryl began to gently bounce on her toes. She was going to have to jump to get up there, and it seemed wise to get him used to the movement before she tried, so she didn't startle him. Hopping higher now, she used her hands on his back to help boost her movements. Taking a deep breath, Cherryl jumped as high as she could and belly flopped on Homer's back, forcing the air from her lungs in a grunt.

“What do you want?” I saw how he clenched his jaw, too while he was looking at me. He shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, Felice, I’m sorry for what I did…” He sounded like his voice was about to break. A bitter smile came out of my lips as I shook my head at him, too. “I don’t know what you’re up to, Greg, but really, no. You won’t get me this time, Greg. Whatever you are planning to do, stop it. That won’t prosper anyway. I defied the norm once for you, it wasn’t worth it.”