Gravity Falls Triangle Novels & Stories

Using a protruding gargoyle as a pivot point, he swung himself into a controlled slide down the steep, icy incline of the Spire’s southern face. Behind him, the tower was cannibalizing itself. Great blocks of obsidian, each weighing several tons, were peeling away and tumbling into the abyss. Victor was racing a landslide. He drew his backup dirk, plunging it into the masonry to act as a friction brake. Sparks showered his face, smelling of burnt ozone and ancient stone. \bm{v = u + at}. His velocity was increasing at a rate his battered body couldn't sustain. He saw a landing—a narrow balcony six floors down. He retracted the dirk, tucked his chin, and braced for impact.

They were turning the moon's corpse into a "Flail." The physics of the siege were brutal and primitive. By linking the fragments, the Union created a "Variable-Mass-Anchor." When the Curators attempted to use their "Gravity-Beams" to sweep the debris away, the Union responded by "Shifting" the center of gravity. They moved their gliders and heavy equipment from one fragment to another, causing the entire moon-field to wobble and spin in unpredictable patterns that defied the Curators' stabilizers.

Zack shouted as he noticed her getting dangerously close to the center of the gateway's pull. "Sorry, I can only grab your leg right now; your hand's too far away!" she yelled back, managing to latch onto his leg. "Yeah, hold tight!" he commanded, trying to increase their speed. Zack's efforts paid off as he managed to overcome the gravitational pull momentarily. They were making headway, their pace increasing as they ran towards the edge of the mountain. But just as they thought they might break free, the center of the gravitational pull shifted direction, aligning with their path.

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.

Triana. A heavy, warm whisper tickled Triana's ears, sending shivers down her spine. Then she felt Vlador swing their bodies sideways and tumble out, defying the wind with their heads facing downward. They fell. Vlador carried Triana plummeting from the highest peak of the castle towards the hard ground below. The stirred sensation in her stomach, chest, and neck rendered her unable to scream, especially with her head positioned downward, as if her brain were being pulled by gravity towards her stomach.

The dread that was weighing down my soul felt a little lighter that morning and I could only guess that it had to do with Wolf’s Peak. I looked across at the mountain, it was calling to me. It pulled me towards it like the moon’s gravity pulls on the waves of the great oceans. I had to find peace somewhere. I had to restore myself. I had chosen this place because of Montgomery Sinclair, my great-grandfather, after whom I was named.

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 two physics will cancel each other out." "It won't fall up, and it won't fall down," I confirmed, standing back up and dusting the snow from my knees. "It will just hover. And then we can tow it back to Aethelgard." I looked down into the massive, glowing crater. The wind was howling, and the floating boulders of granite spun lazily in the anti-gravity field. It was a beautiful, lethal puzzle. "Let's get the crates from the base camp," I said, my black-veined hands balling into fists. "We are going to cut a piece of the sky and nail it to the floor."