Gravity Falls Vore Novels & Stories

He looked like he was assessing a new business acquisition. "The air is thin here," Vane said, turning to look at Elara. His grey eyes were as cold as the mountain wind. "And the gravity is roughly 12% higher than the previous sector. Miss... I’m sorry, I still haven't caught your name. Are you part of the mountain trekking staff?" The words cut deeper than the Auditor’s staff. Elara gripped the silver fire in her palms, the heat of it the only thing keeping her warm in the sudden chill.

My muscles remembered the gravity of the Dregs—heavier, meaner—even after weeks of flat, polished Citadel floors. The Vanguard followed. They were graceful—Highbloods always were—but they were heavy. Barzil landed hard, sending a mini-avalanche of slag skittering down. Wolfy slid, his hands scrabbling for purchase on rocks that crumbled to powder. They moved like soldiers expecting solid ground. There was no solid ground here. We hit the bottom of the ravine. The impact jarred my teeth. The air here was thicker, a physical soup of heavy metals and smog that settled in the low points.

I can sense there are a some magic that made only this place is fine while the other places in ruin. When i’m laying on the big bed, i can feel some magic power come from the bottom of the bed. I then using levitation to levitate the bed. Seeing there is nothing strange, i then tap the floor. There’s one place that sound is different so i then destroy the floor.

And I, the fool, would end up questioning myself. I didn’t bother to argue. “I have something to tell you. Let’s talk at home,” I said flatly. I turned to leave, but pain shot through my wrist as Dario yanked me back with brutal force. His grip was so strong and sudden that I fell to my knees, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. A sharp, blinding pain rippled through me, leaving me frozen in place. Instinctively, I clutched my belly, my voice barely a whisper.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

Above them, the sky was a distant, dying pinprick of gray; below, the vortex of the Abyssal Cradle churned in utter, suffocating darkness, broken only by sudden, silent flashes of crimson ley-fire. Kira led the vanguard. Her boots gripped the frosted stone with practiced precision, her hand resting flat against the frozen basalt wall to gauge the subterranean vibrations. Every few hundred yards, the spatial pull shifted unnaturally. Gravity warped, dragging at their limbs sideways or threatening to pull them out into empty air, forcing them to wedge their bodies flat against the cliff until the wave passed.

"Then we go down. Lyra, you said the frequency was coming from the foundations. Can you open a door?" Lyra’s eyes turned entirely violet. "I won't open a door. I’ll fold the floor." She slammed her palms against the obsidian tiles. There was no explosion. Instead, the space around them groaned like a dying ship. The floor didn't break; it thinned, becoming a swirling vortex of nothingness. The three of them plummeted into the dark, leaving Vivienne’s digital laughter echoing in the vault above. The Roots of the World They tumbled out of the void and landed on cold, damp earth. But this wasn't a basement.

Viktor stood there again, as though he had known she would come back. “They reached out,” he said. “Yes.” “And?” “They’re testing whether blood outweighs gravity,” she replied. “And?” he prompted again. She met his gaze without hesitation. “Blood pulls. Gravity holds.” A slow, approving nod followed. “Then tomorrow,” Viktor said, “we stop reacting.” “And start shaping,” Liana finished. Below them, the estate remained still, unaware of the lines being redrawn above it. Somewhere in the city, Serov recalculated, his control slipping incrementally with every unseen variable.

I love teasing boys. I grin again, loving how easy it is to bother Dante and he's dumbfounded as I quickly run out the door, off to freedom. Freedom is a perilous journey down the halls. The old stone floors and walls are starting to get warmer, the world outside heating up from the evil that is the morning star. I can see its glowing hue when I'm running out, peeking through the covers of the frosted windows, past the old pictures of people long dead, of ugly statues and strange sculptures of beasts. I get to the foyer, where the three staircases meet and lead down into the main entrance, and there's no escape.

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.