Gravity Fall City Novels & Stories

Georgia was by her side, stroking her hair. The activity seemed to move further back where I couldn’t see as well, but finding strength from somewhere I teleported to the top of the dome, desperate to take in what was happening. I watched as Godfrey shot nearly to me at the top and winked. Then with his crazy speed, he rammed his body into the ground, shaking the earth below. I raised my head to look off into the distance toward the human town, just as the solid base underneath me gave out. Before I knew it I was free falling in thin air, powerless to stop it as my energy was wiped. I hit something with a thud, only … it didn’t hurt.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

The kinetic momentum of the falling city was bled off into the Origin-Code, the sub-ether friction burning away the deadly velocity. "Lower it!" I gasped into the mic, fighting to stay conscious. "Slowly! Let the earth take the weight!" The glowing blue net slowly, agonizingly, began to lower. Inch by inch, the magnificent, terrifying Ark of Neo-Angeles was brought down to the mud. With a final, ground-shaking thud that registered on the Richter scale, the durasteel sphere touched the vitrified glass of the crater floor. The massive weight settled into the earth, cracking the crust beneath it.

Cade awoke to silence. Or maybe it was the wrong kind of sound—the hum of a million reflections, each one whispering fragments of memory, fear, and doubt. The bridge, the tower, the flood—it was gone. Now he stood in a city that bent logic itself. Streets looped impossibly into the sky. Buildings leaned on one another like desperate friends holding up a collapsing ceiling. Light didn’t obey gravity. Shadows moved with intent. He stumbled forward, clutching the orb. Every step made the city ripple.

The atmospheric pressure in the Grand Hall equalized with a concussive pop, the oxygen returning in a cold, metallic rush. The 'Gravity Deletion' field from the Collector ship above shrieked in protest. I felt the tension through the city's silver-mercury nerves—a violent, invisible struggle between the lunar vacuum and the planetary pull. The mountain won. The sky surrendered. Rebirth City was no longer a fortress sitting on the ground; it was a physical tooth in the planet’s jaw.

There! A gap about five feet down which lead to the other parts of city hall, and more importantly to some roof access. A gap that had no railing on either side led to more steep slick glass, that—should I land on it—I'd either fall through (leading to my death) or slide down (leading also to my death). "Remember your stripper training." I'm was going to Luke Skywalker this shit. If I could do a kick flip in heels, then I could not fall to my fucking death! "We got this!"

~Serena~ Fallon City was just your any regular city when you see it through the eyes of a human. It has skyscraper buildings, heavily congested roads, packed streets, and at night, these streets become the playground for cut-throat souls. Technically, this is not the safest city to be strolling in as night falls. But Declan and I knew better. This city is crawling with rogues. Rogues that managed to make a pack of their own, using humans as their puppets.

“The external sensors are being fried by the static discharge. I’ll have to manually plug the logic core into the pillar’s nervous system.” ​I looked at the monitor. The Sky City, a magnificent sprawling complex of white marble and gold plating, was tilting at a dangerous fifteen-degree angle. Great plumes of white steam were erupting from its base as the gravity anchors snapped one by one, trailing through the air like the broken tentacles of a giant jellyfish. ​“It’s too dangerous to dock, Thorne,” I warned. “The turbulence around the central pillar will tear the Pathfinder apart. You’ll have to jump.”

ZACK The moon wasn't just a rock in the sky tonight; it was a spotlight. It hung heavy over Havenfall, casting long, sharp shadows against the gold-leafed towers of the upper city. Eliza and I had spent three hours prowling the perimeter of the park, avoiding the clean, sterile streets where Julian’s enforcers moved like clockwork. The city was a masterpiece of cruelty. Above, the elite sipped wine in glass boxes. Below, in the ancient, crumbling tunnels of the Undercity, the rest of the world rotted. It was a factory of misery, and every glittering brick made my skin crawl.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."