Gravity Falls Vore Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S POV In a motion, Vayldre got up from the stool and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. Frore's breath hitched at the sight of his dark orbs and small smirk. His sharp features didn't fail to take her breath away and with him so close to her, she could suffocate from this sight.

Looks so vulnerable. "Don't!!!" Vasilio shouted as Zeno rushed towards him who was still bowed down with furious anger, he was still half transformed. Too late, Zeno headed towards him causing a loud crash and shattering the glass that had cracked behind him. The two creatures of different types fell from a height along with the glass shards which also scattered in the air, following the force of gravity and dropping to the nearest surface. ***

her seaweed colour eyes were shining bright as she looked up at him. Gore lay back on the bed, Harlow lay on top of him with her thumb in her mouth and her eyes closing down. He thought about the night her parents died, still not understanding what those vampires wanted with them. Soon after that, Gore drifted off, dreaming of having his mate. But every time he tried to touch her, she would dissolve and appear further away. Somewhere along the night, Gore woke up to a foul smell and something on his face. He opened his eyes, but was not able to see anything.

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

The creature stood calmly at the center of it all, arms lowered now, watching the widening crack as though greeting something it had waited a long time to see again. “You always return violently,” it said softly. The forest shuddered in response. Then the thing beneath the world pushed harder. The crack split fully open. And the roots lifted. They did not break. They rose. Entire sections of forest floor peeled upward in slow, impossible layers as though gravity had reversed itself beneath the clearing. Trees bent sideways as their roots pulled free from the earth, suspended for a moment in midair before shifting upward toward the opening below. I stumbled backward, barely keeping my footing

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.

"Where's the faith? Did you think I couldn't come up with the same ideas? I'm just yanking your chain!" Jouri then turned to Frank. "You mentioned that the vial's weight changes according to its contents, if I recall correctly?" Frank nodded. "Exactly. It's almost impossible to erase weight, so while the vial sounds amazing on paper, it's not really that impressive with that drawback." Jouri smiled, shaking her head. "Actually, it's the opposite. As you know, the strength of gravity is based on the mass of an object. "If the vial doesn't remove weight, you've basically acquired a pocket black hole if you put a planetary system inside."

"They never intended to let us go. They just wanted to see how we’d survive in the 'Wild' so they could patch the next version of the simulation." The Gravity Well As they ascended the central spiral, the tower’s internal defenses activated. This wasn't a squad of drones; it was a Localized Gravity Shift. The floor beneath them suddenly tilted ninety degrees, turning the hallway into a vertical drop. "Zane!" Elara shouted. Zane slammed his obsidian-flesh hands into the mirrored walls. He didn't use gravity-manipulation; he used pure, physical friction. He became an anchor, his muscles bulging as he caught Jax and Cole by their collars. Kael braced his feet against a seam in the metal, his he

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 The fall was not a clean drop; it was a chaotic, bone-jarring descent through a forest of splintering glass and severed data cables. As the inner sanctum of the Spire disintegrated, Maya felt the stomach-flipping lurch of zero gravity, followed immediately by the crushing weight of the Spire’s erratic artificial atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, burnt silicon, and the metallic tang of the English Channel’s spray, which was being sucked upward into the vortex created by the Spire’s collapse.

"Localized reality dissolution. Fascinating. Dangerous." "Dangerous?" The Child’s voice sharpens. Before Eos can answer, the air ripples beside my flowering arm. A shape coalesces – not flesh, not energy. A shimmering knot of pure Gravity . It drifts towards the obsidian bloom, humming a low, resonant note that makes my bones vibrate. It brushes the petal.