Gravity Fall City Novels & Stories

Felicity stuck her tongue out, and they both giggled. As Layla turned back to the party, Felicity slipped into the sanctuary and relative quiet of the dark bedroom. Her breath caught as she took in the view of the city through the tall windows. The skyline of downtown Chicago was a man-made mountain range of lights twinkling in a sea of black. The sky behind the buildings was a soft purple, cutting a contrast against the silhouettes of the buildings. It was one amazing view, and it always made her breathless when she caught a glimpse of the monolithic buildings. Her hands ached to sketch the sight, but she hadn't brought her pad with her.

Rumble! Outside, the Sanctuary kept attacking the Pavilion’s Mountain Formation. Even though the Formation was set up by Silvester, cracks had begun to appear under the relentless assault of countless Grand Emperors. Their powerful energy had caused the crack to spread, and even some mountains inside the Pavilion had been destroyed by the power that seeped in. A fissure appeared in Sky City. Crack! Cracks began appearing on the main peak that connected to the back of Sky City. As the cracks appeared, a huge number of rocks came tumbling down. Then, Sky City began to collapse. Countless powerful figures hurriedly leaped into the air and appeared at a safe region.

Caitlin felt them slow, and then begin to descend. She opened her eyes. She didn’t recognize any of the buildings below them. It appeared that they were way uptown. Possibly, the Bronx somewhere. As they descended, they flew over a small park, and in the distance, she thought she saw a castle. As they got closer, she realized that it definitely was a castle. What was a castle doing here, in New York City?

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

"This is serious " "...and exciting " Skid added "Let's go check it out " Sheltiel finished with a glint in his eyes. With that, the two mischievous friends got up and left after Sheltiel paid the bill… again. "Breaking News… New York City has been plunged into delirium as the University of New York suffers massive building collapse. Some minutes after… Breaking News…. The Administrative block of the University of Connecticut collapsed as security personnel was already on guard to apprehend a possible mastermind of this mayhem.

Following the car door being closed behind her, she instantly informed the driver of their location. Then she snatched a pillow from the side of the bed and muttered, "Just wake me up when we get there. For the time being, I'm just going to sleep. I appreciate this, sir." Driving down the road in order to get to the falls was a must for the driver. Because it is located in the extreme reaches of the region, in the neighborhood of what is known as Silver City, it is of particular importance. The sixth city, Howling Land, is an old and abandoned city that has been abandoned for a long time. It is the sixth and final city on the map, as well as the most scary place. Previously, there were werew

Every city had face you could point at as soon as you arrived, and if you lived in one for long enough you would become familiar with its many wrinkles, slopes, and curves. It was true that Nico had been to a lot of cities, since travelling (regardless of his personal qualms) came as a part of his job description. Still, he could only lay claim to intimate knowledge of two, which were Milan and Boston: The first because it was where he’d grown up and the second because his years at Harvard had been some of the most peaceful in his life.

[The Father’s Shadow] The descent into the city felt like a fall from grace. Below us, the sprawling megalopolis of the Moretti-St. Claire Regency glittered like a spilled chest of jewels, indifferent to the mountain of bone and basalt we had left behind. The private jet banked sharply, the pressurized cabin humming with a frequency that vibrated against my teeth—a frequency that felt less like a machine and more like a predator’s purr.

POV DARLENE The fall from the Celestial Spire was not a descent through air, but a plunge through the dying echoes of a civilization. Around us, the silver city disintegrated into a rain of metallic glass, each shard reflecting the violet star that had become the eye of our new, broken sky. As we plummeted toward the Wastelands of the West, the gravity of the Spire’s null-zone finally snapped, replaced by the crushing, visceral weight of the Goddess of Scorn.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa