Defying Gravity Kurt Hummel Novels & Stories

It had been weeks since she defeated Draven, and she had been diligently fulfilling her duties as the chosen one. As she turned a corner, she stumbled upon a hidden alleyway, filled with secretive whispers and darting shadows. Curiosity piqued, Scarlett cautiously made her way towards the hidden commotion. She peered through a cracked wooden door, her eyes widening at the sight before her. A group of rebels, supernaturals from all walks of life, huddled together in a dimly lit room. Their faces bore the scars of past battles, their eyes filled with a burning determination. Scarlett recognized them as individuals who had long spoken out against the oppressive ruling council, seeking to bring

While he strolls Imuthis is just there staring at Mike giving him such uneasiness. (Guh...) A day had passed in the void and there is nothing much happened that important to tell. Mike decided to try to go out of the cavern but Imuthis warned him. He didn't listen and proceed to climb from the wall to the hole in the middle. Because of the paved walls which gives him quite trouble he didn't manage to climb a single step at the end. So a second day had passed. Mike tried again and managed to climb halfway through to the dome but he has forgotten that there is a weird gravity in the void that pulls him down every time he goes up.

"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.

HEIDI’S POV Alpha Thomas kicked his heavy leather boots in the air while his hands desperately clawed at the thick muscles of Kurt's forearm. The severe lack of oxygen caused his face to turn a deep shade of purple, and his eyes bulged out of his head in absolute physical distress. Recognizing that he was seconds away from a violent death, the rival Alpha weakly tapped his fingers against Kurt's thick wrist to signal his complete surrender. Kurt let out a low, menacing growl and opened his massive hand abruptly.

“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.”

However, Herwig was crushed by Henry with one move, forming a massive pit as he smashed onto the ground. Kurt was stunned. He could not believe what he had seen. However, the scene where Herwig shouted with fear and was then smashed onto the ground happened vividly in front of him. Herwig groaned. He felt as if his body was hit by a massive force of ten thousand kilograms. He could not bear the pain. It was just too painful. What hurt most was his mental torture. He thought that he would be able to crush everyone after breaking through to Earthly Immortal.

Gravity was a constant. Null stood there, holding two tons of dead steel above his head. For a split second, the pale mutant’s face remained entirely blank. Then, the brutal reality of human physiology took over. Null had no enhanced muscle density. He had no positive kinetic output to push the box away. He was just a hundred-and-fifty-pound boy trying to hold up a car. Null’s arms buckled instantly, the bones in his forearms snapping with a wet, sickening crunch. The massive steel unit crashed down, pinning the pale mutant completely to the floor beneath thousands of pounds of crushed metal and heavy ventilation coils. The edge of the massive steel box clipped the tactical table, pinning Ge

But the cost of that connection was a physical tax that nearly bankrupted my senses. The launch didn’t feel like rising; it felt like the earth was trying to swallow us whole. Gravity, once a silent companion, turned into a vengeful god, pressing me into the resonance-foam of the command chair with the weight of a collapsing building. My vision tunneled, the edges fraying into a static of grey and silver. Beside me, I could hear Killian’s breath—a rhythmic, guttural growl as his Alpha physiology fought the crushing G-force. His hand, still locked in mine, was the only thing keeping me anchored to the present.