Gravity Falls Black Light Novels & Stories

Then came the lights. Five glowing pillars erupted from the earth like geysers—each a distinct color: scarlet, sapphire, emerald, gold, and violet. They arced across the blackened sky, meeting at the crown. The hum of raw power vibrated in her chest, shaking her to the core as the ground beneath her shifted—and she fell into the darkness. Every time, she woke up gasping. That was the first night she felt it—the pull.

The touch caused triggered delightful sparks in their hearts and their scents combined as one producing the most powerful scent one could ever imagine. She gasped out and broke from the submission influence of Zayn's aura to see the black opening appearing behind him. "Zayn...?" Allegra gripped his hand to pull him from getting attacked from behind but was not strong enough to contend with the force of attraction that emit from within the black hole. The powerful force pulled Zayn inside the black hole and it vanished with him before her eyes. "Zayn!"

I dug my nails into the crumbling surface, desperate to fight against whatever was drawing me in. "Stop!" I shouted at the light, as if it could hear me. My arms trembled violently, every muscle straining, but it was no use. The pull was relentless. My hands slipped. And I fell. A scream ripped from my throat as the green light swallowed me whole. My body plummeted through the chasm, weightless yet heavy, the air itself thick and electric. I spun, flailing, trying to grab onto something—anything—but there was only the suffocating glow of that cursed symbol.

Dezrael opened her eyes and looked at the flickering light of the candle in front of her, smiling triumphantly. She was beautiful, like you would expect a movie star to be. She had long blue-black hair that came down to her mid-back with full lips and soft green eyes. In a way, she reminded you of a gypsy, with her olive skin and exotic cheek bones.

The light in the room dimmed, shrinking to a single gray blur. One last shaky inhale then everything went black.

Darkness. Everything went black.

The sound wasn't a roar. It wasn't an earthquake. It was something far worse. The sound of reality tearing apart. A crack split the city. Not a crack in stone. A crack in space. It opened directly beneath the black tower. Darkness erupted upward. Pure darkness. Not the absence of light. Something alive. Something that consumed light. The silver glow vanished wherever it touched. The jailer raised its hand. Thousands of silver chains exploded from the ground. They wrapped around the darkness instantly. The city shook violently.

The millions of pounds of abyssal pressure would instantly expand, crushing my earthly body into atoms. I couldn't catch it with my left hand. The black-iron kinetic sink would eat the physical momentum of the vial, but the sudden deceleration would still shatter the fragile glass casing upon impact with my palm. I dove forward, sliding across the toxic mud. I reached out with my glowing, silver right hand. I didn't try to grab the vial. I just pushed my palm upward, directly under its trajectory. I engaged the celestial anti-gravity. The vial fell into the localized pocket of lunar physics surrounding my hand. It didn't hit my skin. The sheer upward pull of the celestial frequency caught th

The tension in the line snapped, but not completely. But just enough. Enough to throw everything off. My grip faltered. The support failed. And suddenly— I wasn’t moving forward anymore. I was falling. The world tilted violently as gravity took over, my body dropping faster than my mind could process. There was no time to react. No time to correct. No time to fix it. It was just an impact. And then everything went black. * * *

Ivan's command left no room for argument. Roy retreated; a third impact struck, this one more violent than the last. The lights flickered, and a deep groan echoed through the station as the gravitational pull of the black hole began to assert its dominance. “Gravitational drift detected,” Kat’s voice came through the comms, laced with panic. “The station’s trajectory is shifting. We’re falling towards the event horizon.” “Damn it!” Ivan growled. “Elara, redirect all powers to the thrusters. Keep us stable as long as you can!”