Gravity Falls Grunkle Stan Brother Novels & Stories

4: The grave had fallen in that morning, before Cundle arrived with his fancy equipment. He looked crestfallen when Jim showed him. He had no explanation for the dramatic collapse of the hillock, and didn’t understand why it had sunk in on itself in a matter of hours. Cundle acted as though his precious theory had collapsed along with the grave. He seemed to take comfort in the fact that there had been localised tremors in the area just before the collapse.

Gabriel who didnt know what Clone and his system was thinking of him was now looking at the figure who came in after the guy who keep calling Clone name and finally sprinted to its little brother side after coming into contact with that familiar green eyes. Gabriel deliberately let the guy who keep shouting Clone name to come over at Clone side like he had never seen the guy coming over. Before he controlled the gravity around the two. Clone had not had time to be happy that his brother had come to his rescue and Gabriel whom had not noticed his brother coming over when he felt the gravity around him suddenly become heavy and Kuro who successfully came over by his brother side slipped on his

He had his own gravity field. As I waited for him to make a move, the ground started to swallow my feet. My legs were sinking fast; this must be Mount Fort’s doing. When he raised his right hand to swat me, I sky-jumped to free myself and got back into the air, but the gravity of this world yanked me toward the hill. I couldn’t get my legs positioned downward. Losing my stability, I panicked and screamed while falling. “I got you, Mr. Roche.” That was Zeki’s voice.

I scrambled back, my spine hitting the bathroom door. It hadn't clicked shut, so the second I leaned on it, it swung wide. The floor vanished. Gravity took over, and I started to go down, falling backward into the bathroom. "Ah—!" I clawed at the air, desperate for a handhold. My fingers clamped onto something cold and metallic. The sharp, heavy sound of a buckle snapping open echoed in the small space. My center of gravity was still failing, but then a literal iron bar of an arm slammed around my waist.

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.

We're both alpha's so survival such high dangerous fall ain't no surprise. Our survival has been certain and assured. So is the reason behind brother Rowan endeavouring into such life threatening risky fall. Our skins are both pretty tough to withstand the fall. It's oroff to the fall but not proof to it's pains. I hurt badly, fiercely and terribly. My every bone quakes. They quake within my flesh. Seems as though the fall triggers an unknown vibration switch within my body. An unfavourable vibratory switch. I sneeze on the floor.

"I know, but Stanley is just too hard on himself. He still hasn't forgiven himself.” Using my senses, I moved in the direction of Stanley until my nose detected something strange. When I caught a whiff of my brother, the odour suggested that he might be hurt because I could smell his blood. I rushed to him, only to find him unconscious and naked in his human form.

I grinned. "I was going to. This Easter. Return to Staindrop. I'm better now." Scarce fucking impressive, given you can't possibly do any worse," I growled, rubbing my chin as I considered what to do with him. It was time to tie this up. "Where have you been until now? He shrugged, a kidlike-looking thing. And, to my horror, a little like Gravity. Their lower lips stuck out similarly when they were on the verge of crying. Only Gravity actually fucking was cute when she did it.

Below them, the Zenith bunker was nothing but a memory of fire and crushed steel, buried under millions of tons of collapsed volcanic rock. Above them was a single, rusted iron grate, and beyond it, the blinding, beautiful glare of the Tanzanian sun. "Hold on," Baraka grunted, his voice echoing hollowly in the narrow concrete throat of the shaft. He didn't rely on raw muscle for the final push. He tapped into the violet, kinetic energy humming beneath his skin, using the Star-Code to momentarily sever his gravitational bond to the earth. He pulled upward, launching them the last twenty feet in a single, fluid motion.

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."