Gravity Falls Switch Bodies Novels & Stories

The first one was the Great Claymore Spell, whereas the other was the Great Gravity Spell. The first one was self-explanatory, as it was a spell for claymores. The second was more important in his current scenario. The Immortal Butcher was nearly five hundred thousand kilograms when affected by Earth’s gravity. Once gravity is omitted, it would be a very different case then, and that was what the spell could do. It could alter gravity within a ten-meter radius.

"We can’t rely on gravity anymore. If we want to catch the tail end of that freight train before it leaves the yard, we’re going to have to pump the walking-beam manually. And we have to do it without making enough noise to trip the acoustic sensors along the fence line." ​I stood up from the wooden porch, my knees popping with a sharp, painful click that seemed to echo off the rusted corrugated roof of the cabin. My body was screaming for rest—my lower back was a solid wall of ache from the gravity descent through the gorge, and the raw blisters on my palms were stinging from the toxic, petroleum ingredients of the hydraulic sump-oil. But looking back down the line, I knew there was no turn

Making up my mind, I clicked it and the box suddenly came alive. Shortly, it was spiraling until it was above the ground. "Son of a bitch!" I cursed. This switch had been there all along and it was meant to help the box use air as a means of elevation having a drilling mechanism underneath it. I didn't even want to waste another second when the cool air hit my face. The place had been turning upside down; lots of drilling and breaking down of more buildings. My heart swelled, knowing that they didn't stop looking for me.

Before the technician’s fingers could lose their remaining warmth, the stone form of Gideon Salvatore at the bottom of the pit didn't just crack; it violently shattered outward. The iron roots fused with the old man’s limbs didn't release the catwalk; they gave a sudden, high-tension yank that tore the entire metal framework right out of the concrete foundation walls. The technician’s body tilted backward over the dark abyss, his frozen boots still locked to the iron grating as the entire structure plummeted toward the dry sap pool below, while the face of Elizabeth opened its jaw to its widest extension, preparing to receive his falling torso into her grey throat before the main canister co

When I returned home during the holidays, before I even had the chance to see Mark, I ran into Lily. Standing at the doorway, she was almost unrecognizable. She had lost a lot of weight. Her clothes couldn’t hide the marks on her body. Even her eyes were filled with fear. A once beautiful girl now looked completely drained of life. I wasn’t surprised to see her like this. In my previous life, I had almost been tortured to death by Jackson, too. When Jackson found out about his infertility, he could no longer do things in bed. During work, he kept his head down, but at home, he needed to vent.

I slammed my staff into the shifting ground, using it to steady myself before I was blown into the void. The very next second— Gravity changed again. Without warning. Everything that had been floating peacefully above my head suddenly came crashing downward. Thousands of rocks. Entire hills. Broken cliffs. Floating islands. Everything plunged toward the valley floor at terrifying speed. “Run!” I shouted inside my own head as adrenaline surged through my body. I pushed myself harder. Every muscle screamed in protest. My lungs burned. Each breath became heavier than the last. The silver crystal darted effortlessly between the falling boulders.

“Perfect position. The system controls every movement now. You will feel like you are flying while it ruins you.” He pushed off and floated back to the control panel near the wall. The door sealed. The lights dimmed to a soft glowing haze. The neural link flared bright in my mind. Zero gravity engaged. Full sensory float fuck initiated. Enjoy your new freedom, Lily. The plug in my ass woke up first. It swelled thicker, stretching me wide, then started to thrust in long, slow strokes. Because there was no gravity, every push made my whole body drift forward a little in the rings. The feeling was strange and amazing. I had nothing to brace against. My body just moved with every thrust like I w

I slammed the integrated pulse into the Gravity Spire. ​The silver needle didn’t stop humming; it changed its tone. The violent, pulling force vanished, replaced by a soft, cushioning lift. The city didn’t stop falling, but the “Descent” became a “Landing.” The gossamer bridges stopped snapping, and the floating gardens began to level out. ​But the Owners weren’t done.

BZZZ! Suddenly, Keagan found himself hurtling through the air, descending from the height of a three-story building toward a solid slab of concrete below. All he could anticipate was the painful impact that awaited him—bruises, broken bones, and aching limbs. To his astonishment, as he collided with the ground, it felt as though he had merely shifted in his sleep. He run his hands over his body in disbelief, searching for any signs of the fall. Yet, there were no marks, no indications of the tremendous impact he had just experienced. It was as if he had defied the laws of gravity and emerged unscathed. "What's going on?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with confusion. The augmented display ma

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.