Gravity Falls Weirdmageddon Part 3 Novels & Stories

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."

I nod. “Together.” The ground trembles again. Time’s running out. “Three,” he says. “Two—” “Now.” We move at the same time. No hesitation. No fear. Just motion. We sprint forward— the floor crumbling beneath our feet— energy surging around us— the gap widening— and then— we jump. For a second— we’re suspended. Weightless. Falling— but not falling apart. And then— we land. Hard. But stable.

He had his own gravity field. As I waited for him to make a move, the ground started to swallow my feet. My legs were sinking fast; this must be Mount Fort’s doing. When he raised his right hand to swat me, I sky-jumped to free myself and got back into the air, but the gravity of this world yanked me toward the hill. I couldn’t get my legs positioned downward. Losing my stability, I panicked and screamed while falling. “I got you, Mr. Roche.” That was Zeki’s voice.

Men fell when the earth ruptured, as did the cannon, slowly engulfed in magma. Gideon hadn’t moved fast enough and was dangling from the crevice’s edge, whimpering and moving his back legs to pull himself up. When I saw that, I swooped down and grabbed his fur collar just as the piece of dirt he was holding onto gave way. Had I not reached him in time, he would have fallen to his doom.

"If the older thing calls... I can make it quiet forever. I can make the floor stop moving." "No, Leo," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You’ve spent enough." The ground buckled. A new fissure tore open fifty yards away—not a crack in the ice, but a wound in the bedrock. A crimson-black mist coiled out, a gravitational pull that made the Mercy wolves fall to their knees, their lungs failing as the air turned to lead.

The hum changed pitch. And the pull twisted— not outward, but downward. Ronan’s stomach lurched as the floor beneath them shifted. Stone split with a deafening crack. Kiera screamed silently as gravity gave way— and the chamber opened beneath their feet, swallowing them whole.

The girls noticed the third bugey several feet away. “Third times the charms, right?” June said. “Let’s hope,” Madison said. *** In pursuit of the third vehicle, June manipulated the platforms and began to experience a bleeding nose. The platforms began to wobble as June took a knee. You okay, June? Not really. I do not know how long I can stand this. , the rocks began to plummet to the ground as the three girls held on with dear life. . Do not worry I got this, said Madison as she conjured orange energy around the rocks. She lifted June from her rock to join her on her own before projecting the third platform to knock down the buggy.

Rumble… To Leonard's surprise, the wall beside him collapsed with a crash, landing right in front of zombie Miles. Every drop of Leonard's water pressure hit the wall instead. Then, a black shadow shot toward him. Leonard ducked, then delivered a flying kick that sent the shadow tumbling down the stairwell. Even a zombified Miles couldn't match Leonard's reflexes; his body always reacted faster than his brain. Suddenly, the stairs beneath Leonard began to give way. Concrete crumbled, steel beams buckled, and his foot hung in midair as he started to fall. Hayley grabbed his shoulders in one powerful motion and yanked him up.

We jumped. The moment we crossed the invisible threshold of the crater's rim, the terrifying, terminal-velocity drop vanished. The lunar gravity grabbed us, violently decelerating our fall. We drifted down to the base of the massive silver cathedral like feathers settling on a pond, landing softly on the scarred granite where the meteor was fused to the mountain. "It feels... wrong," Cord muttered, staring at his massive, heavy boots. The seventy-two-year-old Master Forge was practically floating, the sheer celestial pull stripping his massive physical weight away.

The girls noticed the third bugey several feet away. “Third times the charms, right?” June said. “Let’s hope,” Madison said. In pursuit of the third vehicle, June manipulated the platforms and began to experience a bleeding nose. The platforms began to wobble as June took a knee. You okay, June? Not really. I do not know how long I can stand this. , the rocks began to plummet to the ground as the three girls held on with dear life. . Do not worry I got this, said Madison as she conjured orange energy around the rocks. She lifted June from her rock to join her on her own before projecting the third platform to knock down the buggy.