Gravity Novels & Stories

Celine's POV It seemed to Zena that the lecture hall was colder than usual. Or perhaps it was the way Professor Reed wouldn’t meet my gaze. Instead, I got ice. "Miss Moretti." His voice reached across the room. The relationship between gravity and mass in 20 words or less. I straightened, my heart jumping. He was calling on me. Good. I knew this. "The more mass something has, the stronger its gravitational pull. It varies with mass, and it’s inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them.”

BOOK FOUR: THE ABYSSAL TIDE (Jace’s Perspective) Gravity is not a force; it is an argument. It is the earth demanding that everything return to its center. If you want to win that argument against an entire ocean, you cannot just raise your voice. You have to speak with something infinitely denser than water.

"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."

he asked me. I've learned it at school even though I've forgotten a bit too, but the power that has been squeezing you since yesterday technically works like gravity. The tides depend on the moon's gravity, and its strongest pull occurs every time a full moon appears. The effect it has on our earth isn't very visible ... but for Leykan it could be a powerful force. something really ... terrible. But it's not like Leykan can control, or manipulate gravity, what we control is the pressure around the object we want." 'Pressure ... You mean the air pressure around it?" I corrected while furrowing my b

The first one was the Great Claymore Spell, whereas the other was the Great Gravity Spell. The first one was self-explanatory, as it was a spell for claymores. The second was more important in his current scenario. The Immortal Butcher was nearly five hundred thousand kilograms when affected by Earth’s gravity. Once gravity is omitted, it would be a very different case then, and that was what the spell could do. It could alter gravity within a ten-meter radius.

technique at a minimum level. As Long Chen started to walk, everyone around him fell to their knees due to the sudden increase in gravity. Even those observing from the second floor felt an indistinct pressure affecting their balance. Surprised by this, they noticed that it all started when Long Chen moved and began to pay him full attention.

Earth disappeared. Not slow. Not with a crack or warning. Just like that. Mara felt heaviness for a moment. Then she fell. Next to her Jonas. Eva. Lyra. Stone walls ran past them. Silver light lines stretched through the darkness. The shaft was impossible. Much deeper than under an island should have space. Mara screamed. The wind ripped off her voice. Then something strange happened. The case was slower. Not because they hit something. This is because gravity itself became weaker.

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

It's up to me to stand my ground and make them accept me. My eyes follow Aiden's natural grace as he walks. Maybe walking is too mild of a word for the way he moves. It's a confident athletic stride with his tight ass causing the temperature to rise. Cool air blows from hidden vents and adds a nice jolt every few minutes as it stirs his scent. Maybe hypnosis would help me get rid of this addiction, which seems to be escalating. He hates me and that should do the trick. Really. It should.