Gravity Novels Novels & Stories

His father fell onto the floor like a comet and crashed into the barrier over the ground. *BOOOM* His crash was similar to a rocket exploding. Mane didn’t understand how it was possible for his father to be so heavy. However after giving it some thought, he knew it had to do with the lease his father mumbled. His father jumped up and dusted his clothes in less than a second. “What was that?” Mane asked, curious to know what exactly that lease was. “Gravitatis Adduci” Ray answered as he stretched. “It allows one to increase the gravitational pull on an object exponentially, based on the amount of chaos one can muster” Ray continued.

* *After Adams Corps, now GRACE faces a major setback and is bigger than the former. The gravity of the situation began to sink in, and Kiara's mind raced to comprehend the implications of this unexpected downfall. The articles painted a vivid picture of chaos within GRACE, a stark contrast to its once towering presence in the business world. Kiara's thoughts swirled, mirroring the turbulence reflected in the news. GRACE, a formidable force in the corporate realm, now faced an unprecedented crisis. The abrupt departure of major investors sent shockwaves through the business community, and Kiara couldn't fathom the intricacies behind such a dramatic turn of events.

I tried to find another means of escape to at least try and warn the Grenshaw pack about Gavrael’s visit but it was futile. The truth was that even if I had managed to escape and somehow get to the pack before Gavrael and his rogues, the Grenshaw pack would still fall. Gavrael was too strong to be defeated by normal means and his rogues were somehow strengthened by him, the Grenshaw warriors would stand no chance against him even though they were fierce fighters. The only option of survival would be to warn them to flee but there was no way we would have even been able to evacuate everyone from the pack so fast. Even if they even did so by some miracle, Gavrael and his wolves would just foll

Gravity in the lab was behaving erratically; loose pens and papers were drifting toward the ceiling, then falling back down in slow motion. "It’s a Singularity Core," Jun whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of terror and scientific wonder. "It’s not an isotope. It’s a fragment of a collapsed star... or something not from this galaxy. It generates its own localized gravity field (a small, concentrated area where gravity is different from the world around it)."

Olivia POV From everything I had been told, the maps I studied, and the ancient texts Karl and the others researched, it finally dawned on me that I had already stepped into the valley. The Valley of Broken Gravity. “The valley has awakened.” “The laws of gravity no longer exist here,” I muttered through gritted teeth. With both hands gripping my staff tightly, I slowly pulled myself back onto solid ground. The moment both my feet touched the surface… The earth rotated violently once again.

This release is forceful enough to launch me hundreds of feet up into the air. In a wide parabola, I float back to earth amid the desperate flapping of my arms, proving I’m still bound by the rules of gravity. I take in the view of a citywide mine burrowing straight down to the molten bowels of the earth. There are rock walls so vast and grotesque they could be the work of giants, and yet for all their superhuman propotions every crag and crevice is filled with the bestial howls of the damned. I shut my eyes to the sight.

The Gray Children would die. The Titan squeezed my throat. "Call him," the Titan whispered. "Call the Sun Bringer. That is the mission. Scream, Wolf." I looked at the blinking light on my wrist. I looked at the Titan. "No," I wheezed. I reached down. I pressed the Decline button. Then, I smashed the comms unit against the Titan's armor. It shattered. "He's busy," I choked out. The Titan paused. It seemed confused. The bait hadn't worked. "Then you are irrelevant," the Titan said. It opened its hand to drop me. But I wasn't just hanging there. While it was gloating, I had reached into my vest. I had pulled the pin on my last grenade. Not a frag grenade. A gravity grenade. One of Leo’s prototy

Dominic slammed his bare foot onto the metal roof at the exact same millisecond, channeling his residual Alpha mass to anchor my gravity well. The air didn't just thin—it compressed with the force of a hydraulic press. CRACK. The massive, reinforced steel pillars supporting Vance’s elevated observation platform violently buckled inward. The reversed gravity vector tore the bolts straight out of the concrete walls with the sound of a firing squad. "What?! The grid is collapsing!" the tech specialist screamed, his console exploding in a shower of white-hot sparks as the platform tilted at a sickening forty-five-degree angle. The lead Stalker lost his footing, his heavy armor sending him slidin

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.