Gravity Falls Vore Novels & Stories

EMILIO: MOVE power to move the big rocks and ELIODORO: Firepower put some twist in it and now ZORNZON is running for his life. ____________ Zack" Me Warg and Wulfsige are looking for Lyca when we feel sudden Collapsing and when I check the perimeter it's too late cause the ground is already Collapsing. Just a minute only, something is happening because the soil is moving on its own, and creating something like it is a big soil way. "Zack, what is happening?" Warg asks and I shook my head cause I don't know either. After that, some water drops from above the soil like it is raining but the differences are it has a... What is this slime? It's stinky.

" Still bound by the friction. Still trying to balance a ledger that was closed before your sun was even a spark in the nebula. " ​He gestured toward the flickering walls of the Forbidden Wing. The "Second Reboot Wave" wasn't a data-pulse like the first; the Golden Map in my retinas now showed it as a Gravity-Shear a massive, slow-moving distortion traveling from the Galactic Core, unmaking the very physics of the systems it touched.

The descent into the lower fissures of the Midnight Maw was different this time, before, the mountain had felt like a tomb of heavy, stagnant stone, now, it felt like a living lung, breathing in rhythm with the Eclipse-grey veins on my arms, every vibration of the earth told me where the intruders were. "They’ve breached the outer salt-veins," Koran whispered, his obsidian blade drawn and humming with a silver, predatory light, "The Lunar Cult doesn't use brute force, Vesper, they use the 'Tide', they pull on the gravity of the soul until it collapses."

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

When I woke up, it was already dark outside. I took a shower and went downstairs, probably grabbing something from the fridge. ‘’Looking for something’’, someone said behind me, making me stumble forward when a firm hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his hard chest. I stabilised myself and remove his hand from my waist and continued my way to the fridge until he said, ‘’The maid covered some food for you, it is on the kitchen counter’’, I ignored him. His food and him can go to hell.

As she fled down the empty corridor, a torrent of frantic, disbelieving curses poured through her head. What is wrong with the people in this school?! It's broad daylight! Broad! Daylight! If you want to do that kind of stuff, find yourself a private room, god damn it! Are they animals?! She couldn't believe her own bad luck. First her terrifying professor, and now catching one of the top elites making out in a public stairwell! Velmora Academy was quickly proving to be an absolute madhouse. Meanwhile, back in the quiet stairwell... The heavy sound of Elara’s retreating footsteps faded entirely, leaving behind an awkward silence.

" THE HEAVY DROP LEO’S P.O.V. I didn't take a cable. I didn't fly. I just fell. I stepped off the ledge of the sub-basement and let gravity take me. Usually, falling feels like flying. The wind rushes past, the stomach drops. But now, I was dense. I weighed four tons. I didn't fall; I plummeted. I cut through the air like a depleted uranium sabot. The wind didn't rush; it screamed. The infection in my arms pulsed. ...cold... the spores whispered. ...dark... They liked the Deep. As I descended past the mile marker, the heat of the surface faded, replaced by the geothermal warmth of the crust. But the spores sucked that heat up too. My arms felt like blocks of dry ice. I saw the bottom coming.

"Today, I figured out the guard rotation for the VIP suites." "The Abyss isn't a playground. It's a mass grave for the wretched." The camera cut to me sitting by the body disposal pit behind The Abyss. There were so many boys thrown in here just like me. I paused, giving the camera a pale, exhausted smile. "Hey, Vivienne. Long time no see." "I don't know if I'll be dead by the time you see this." "But... I hope even if I die, my body won't be left here to rot in the mud like the rest of them."

Rydan’s POV The ground arrived the way ground arrived when the body had made a unilateral decision about the relationship between standing and not standing, without consulting the person inhabiting it. I was on my knees and then I was on my side and the forest floor was cold against my face and the specific, deep wrongness of the golden stick in my spine was producing a cascade of things that I had enough experience to identify as serious without needing to conduct a detailed internal inventory. Gold worked on vampires the way certain things worked on certain biological systems, not through magic or mythology but through specific chemistry, the particular interference it caused in the proces

But as we move away, I sense its satisfaction—not disappointment at losing prey, but pleasure at having gathered data about our abilities and responses. The afternoon brings increasingly surreal challenges. A section of forest where gravity operates sideways, forcing us to climb through trees that grow perpendicular to the ground. A valley filled with mist that shows visions of other times and places—glimpses of what this area looked like before the corruption, mixed with possible futures where the contamination has spread across entire continents.