Eye Bats Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I ran in a frenzy with screams and shocks, and my footsteps hit the void, somersaulting off the terrace. That's when I realized that there is still a physical force that exists. Gravitation. Gravity pulls me down with tremendous speed, and the dark gray pavement below eagerly awaits my bloody battle. As if instinctively, a jet stream was pushed out from my abdomen, I screamed with all the remaining strength of my life.

Ok let’s do this. How are you going to jump all that way without any momentum? You’d be like an anchor. Thanks for the motivation! Totally wanted to envision myself as an anchor falling to the bottom of the floor. You’re welcome! I huffed as I tried to gain the nerve to jump, I can do it! It’s only three meters. I closed my eyes and leapt away from the edge. Oh god! My eyes snapped open as I felt myself began to plummet. I glanced towards the vine like pipes on the gorge sides. I thrust my arms outwards and grabbed it as hard as I could. The skin on my palms shredded against the rough surface as I slid down the pipe. The blood coming from my hands acted as a lubricant causing me to slide dow

The "Grand-Harvester" did not descend with the roar of engines, but with a terrifying, absolute silence that swallowed the ambient light of the stars. It was a structure of impossible geometry—a trillion interlocking obsidian teeth that formed a funnel miles wide, descending toward the lunar debris field like the throat of a celestial predator. As it drew closer, the gravity within the funnel began to "De-Laminate." Up was no longer toward the stars; up was into the mouth of the machine.

He looked at his tablet, the data scrolling in a frantic red. "It's a Gravimetric Resonance," Rhys gasped. "He's using the spear to increase the local gravitational constant $g$ by a factor of four." $$F_g = m(g + \Delta g)$$ "Elara... if he hits $10g$, our hearts will stop pumping blood!" "Not if I break the anchor," Elara roared.

There was only a shrill, buzzing whine in my ears. The air felt sucked out. My body had no idea which way was up. A single drop of blood slid from the corner of my eye. Then another. And another... I fell. The floor seemed to tilt under me; my vision scattered into pieces. With the last of my strength, I turned my head toward Evelyn. She was still frozen in that posture, both hands cradling the bloody stone.

Graves was a little worried by the way Elizabeth was hanging a bit more limper than normal, showing just how weak she was at that moment. However, Graves and his Cheetah, Peter were too worked up knowing that it was only a matter of either minutes or at the most a couple of hours before their runt became theirs. Graves in a way knew that Elizabeth couldn’t take the last 10 lashes especially with the Deaths Door serum coating the leather strip.

"Quagmire of Gravitational Weight." Butcher bared his jagged white fangs in a grim grin. His domain expanded outward in an instant. The air over the square turned thick as molten lead. The newly rescued Silvermoon priests were pinned flat to the ground before they could scream, their bones creaking under the crushing pressure. No warrior below the Fifth Rank could even stay standing within this domain. Eira remained rooted where she stood. The invisible gravity bore down on her shoulders like a towering mountain. Her signature wind essence was sealed entirely, her speed slashed by seventy percent.

Together, they created a sky of iridescent bronze and amethyst, a celestial canvas that pulsed with the sixty-beat rhythm of a healthy universe. Toby sat at the helm, his silver eyes wide as he adjusted the quartz stabilizers. "Gravity is ten percent higher than Earth, but the resonance density is off the charts, Mom," he reported through the interstellar link, his voice sounding clear and bell-like despite the light-years of distance. "The ship is already starting to recharge its Sun Stones just from the atmospheric friction."

I could see the blood vessels engorging on the white of its eyeball, tiny splits appearing across the surface which began to seep blood, a violent burst of bloodied tears pouring down its face. 'Nooooooo, noooooooooo,' the Erelim wailed and, unable to withstand anymore, it released Ethan, clutching its distended eyeball as if to stop it from combusting and only to howl even louder as the swollen eye exploded against its palm. Cloudy, milk-sop liquid spilled from between its fingers. Screeching, it let go of the shelf completely, falling away, its body dropping like a dead weight to the landing below us.