Gravity Falls Dipper Novels & Stories

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

Anya could hear the smile in his voice over the COMS. Damon held the girl tight around the midsection while he, from what she could see, checked their harness every few seconds. Rope fed into the pulley lugging them toward the safety of the chopper and Anya counted each second that ticked by. Death Valley was a steep drop of over four hundred feet to a ragged bed of rock. One slip or frayed rope and no one would survive. The depth of the cannon also meant rappelling down wasn’t an option. The cameraman zoomed out, highlighting how far off the ground they hovered.

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

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.

But the impact never came. As soon as they cleared the ceiling, the sensation of falling vanished. It was replaced by a sickening, dizzying lightness. Elara felt her stomach lurch as she began to drift. She wasn't falling; she was floating in a localized gravity well (a specific area where the laws of gravity have been altered or neutralized by a powerful source). "It’s like the station," Jun gasped, his voice returning as he inhaled the rich, pressurized air of the lab. "The Isotope... it’s neutralizing the Earth’s pull!"

His armored elbow was pressing down on a glowing glyph that depicted a mouth swallowing a sun. "It looked like a cup holder!" Ben defended. RUMBLE. The floor shook. The circular chamber began to rotate. The walls groaned as the hexagonal alcoves shifted. "Gravity shift detected," Haley shouted, looking at her tablet. "The physics in here is changing!" The floor beneath them retracted. "Run!" Jack roared. Too late. The ground opened like the aperture of a camera lens. They fell. It wasn't a straight drop. They slid down a sleek, spiraling chute, tumbling through darkness. It felt like being flushed down a giant, industrial drain.

[The Reflection of Blood] The world did not end with a bang, but with the roar of ancient water and the groan of shifting stone. As the floor of Ta Prohm collapsed, swallowing the moonlight and the jungle air, Panni felt the terrifying weight of gravity. She fell into the dark, the scalding sulfurous steam of the Angkor Vault rising to meet her.

The waterfall was surrounded by high hilly rocks and a field of pinkish shrubs clouded the air with a sweet scent. Roy looked around the place and felt an unknown tug towards the pool of water at the bottom of the waterfall. The fog evaporating from the pool of water made the grasses near the banks―look crystalline with residues of dew drops. Roy stepped forward and met with a mysterious sight. On the bank, was standing another figure in white robes and the figure's light shaded hair dripped with water―as if the person just took a dip.

With a powerful, synchronized shove, the heavy typewriter slipped out of its dark cavity in the underbelly, vanishing into the rushing shadow of the tall grass below with a muffled, heavy thud. ​An instant later, we followed the machine. I let go of the stabilizer bar, allowing the momentum to pitch me out from under the chassis. I dropped from the moving axle frames into the deep, weed-choked drainage ditches of the outer suburbs, my body rolling over and over through the cool, damp clay and thick elephant grass. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, but the soft earth swallowed the violence of the fall.

The golden pillar of light did not just illuminate the colosseum; it tore through the very fabric of the localized temporal bubble. The rhythmic hum of the massive brass rings outside the shaft violently spiked into a deafening, metallic shriek. Inside the chamber, gravity failed for a fraction of a second. Devashish’s leather ledger floated upward, its yellowed pages flapping wildly, before slamming back down to the obsidian floor as the atmospheric pressure plummeted.