Gravity Falls Vore Novels & Stories

This time, the impact force was many times greater, respectively, and the depth of the fall of the skeletons increased significantly. The werewolf twirled his sword and moved with great speed along the space cleared of obstacles towards the main enemy. Étjast's eyes instantly flashed crimson coals. Heat erupted from the rift. Yarsi grimaced, but didn't back down. He reached the edge with a swift jerk and suddenly jumped back sharply - the ground began to collapse under his feet. An angry growl escaped the werewolf's throat. He moved a little further, intending to run up and jump over the ever-widening gap. The skeletons no longer climbed, now Etzhast spent all his strength on increasing the

The moons above flickered like dying hearts. Liora screamed over the sound, “If you fall, there’s no return!” Adrien tightened his grip on her hand. “Then hold on, or fall with me.” She stared at him for a heartbeat, her expression breaking open, grief, love, terror all at once. Then she whispered, “You’re more like her than you think.” He didn’t have time to ask what she meant. The world collapsed. He and Liora plunged through the shattering reflection, through light, sound, and memory, falling into a sky that had no up or down.

'Testing my newfound ability,' Nala responded, her voice resonating within me. Struggling to breathe, the vampire fought against the invisible force. The gravity in the vicinity seemed to warp as objects began to rise. It was telekinesis. But just as suddenly as it began, the vampire's head dropped, the gravitational pull released. She crumbled into ashes, disintegrating in my hands.

Gravity felt inconsistent; one step would feel like wading through deep water, while the next would nearly launch you off the ground. ​“Stay in the resonance-pockets!” Killian’s voice barked, echoing strangely in the unnatural silence. He was leading the vanguard, his shadow-form expanded into a wide, dark cloak that shielded the frontline from the erratic gravitational shifts. “If you drift outside the Gold-aura, the mountain will calculate your weight as zero and toss you into the sky.”

"Then I’m going to help her fight!" --- ### The Gravity of Greed Rowan ran through the golden wheat, but the wheat was no longer golden. Everywhere a sphere touched, the stalks turned into gray plastic. The "Restoration" was being reversed. The Aethel-Group wasn't deleting the world this time; they were **Vacuuming** it. The air grew thin, as if the ship in the sky was literally sucking the oxygen out of the valley. Rowan’s lungs burned. His legs felt like lead. Every step was a battle against a gravity that felt wrong, as if the world was trying to pull him toward the sky.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

But when their lips finally met, the world tilted. Nora melted into him. She felt it then that terrifying, beautiful feeling of falling without knowing where she’d land. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, grounding her. She tasted paint and coffee and something unmistakably Jaden. When they pulled apart, foreheads resting together, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. From that day on, love unfolded quietly.

So the barrier has no effect on mortals, after all… Meanwhile, the vampire blanched at what could have that possibly implied, “Wait. What? Fuck, no–!” Settling into the strange familiarity she felt every time she was about to call forth the servants of the underworld, Winters closed her eyes and even the world seemed to held its breath, horrified, as one of her hands splayed open, wrists turned to the heavens as if offering a sacrifice, the floor around her crackling with growing shadows (she ignored how all of them faded on the circle around her) until a chasm large enough for a person to fall into began to form. Without a word, she suddenly hurled the arrow, aiming for the distracted vampi

The frozen waterfall, a massive curtain of blue-white ice that had served as our door, suddenly shattered. It didn't break from a physical blow. It simply disintegrated into dust, as if the very atoms of the ice had been told to stop holding together. Through the opening, the violet light of the moon poured in, and with it came the Grave-Wolves. They were horrific to behold. Their fur was matted with dried blood and black ichor, their eyes glowing with a sickly, stagnant purple flame. They moved with a jerky, stop-motion fluidity that was nauseating to watch.

CHAPTER 128: THE VIOLET GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a fall isn't just a descent; it’s the moment the universe tests whether you have the wings to fly or the bones to shatter. The "Sovereign-Prime" was no longer a ship; it was a screaming, disintegrating metal corpse. Gravity had become a joke, the floor tilting at a forty-five-degree angle as the atmosphere was sucked out through the breaches in the hull.