Gravity Novels Novels & Stories

They didn't carry the standard Council rifles: they carried heavy plasma cannons connected to large backpacks filled with a dark, bubbling purple liquid. The Nullifier serum, Killian hissed, his golden eyes narrowing to sharp slits as he looked at the backpacks. “They are using it to power their machines. They aren't just drilling for oil, Faith. They are pumping the poison directly into the continent's energy veins to neutralize the gravity field.” “If they neutralize the field, the island drops,” Nova explained, her voice tight with anger. “And they can just harvest the core crystals from the wreckage on the ocean floor below.”

I picked up a piece of charcoal and rapidly sketched the silhouette of a merchant airship hovering above the capital. "If they retrofit the hydraulic pressure-chambers into the cargo holds of those ships, they can fly right over the Vanguard perimeter," I continued, drawing a series of vertical lines dropping from the airship. "They won't drop explosive shells. They will drop glass vials of hyper-compressed abyssal water. Localized gravity bombs." Elara stared at the charcoal drawing, her face pale. "Our coastal gravity walls were designed to push the ocean horizontally. They don't defend against a vertical drop. If a gravity bomb shatters on the roof of this Spire..."

CHAPTER 14 The Body Remembers What the Heart Forgets POV: Elara I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window. Looking in my reflection, I saw a charcoal sketch. With no colour at all to add to its touch, all angles very sharp, and hollow eyes. The "Human Rejection" was no longer a slow leak; it was a flood that was drowning me We had crossed the Northern Border. And for the first time in eight years, the air pressure changed. The thick, musky weight of the Crescent Pack’s territory thinned out, replaced by the sharp, biting cold of the mountain range.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

It snaked from the canisters into a rusted grate in the floor. My blood ran cold. "...and a gravity-mine," I finished. "Stolen from a mining depot. Illegal. Volatile." "Crude," Barzil noted. He didn't move, but his muscles coiled tight under his armor. "Crude, but lethal," I said. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple, stinging my eye. I didn't blink. "The tripwire triggers the kinetic blast. The explosion doesn't kill you—it knocks you into the gravity well. The well activates on impact. It crushes the target while they are disoriented."

"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."

of the Rebel—the unpredictable, messy, human element—hit the brothers' circuit like a lightning strike. The Emerald and the Gold collided with the Sun, the Grave, the Abyss, the Harvest, the Flesh, and the Shadow. The Seventh Frequency wasn't a color. It was Weight. The Seven-Fold Vessel didn't explode; it Inverted. The liquid fire, the grey chill, and the indigo pressure were sucked into a single, kinetic point of Infinite Gravity. The light in the Rift turned a brilliant, blinding white. I felt my physical form dissolving, becoming a conduit for the "World-Anchor."

Gravity Force: 200 Kilograms! The lean man coughed out a bit of blood as he felt that attack break a few bones in his body. But he only grit his teeth and pierced once more with his sword, aiming at his opponent's left. Seeing this, Noah twisted to his right and sent a palm out to the attack, using Redirection to slap the attack away. His Essence circulated as he held onto his sword and used Gravity Force to lighten his weight. Violent Storm Sword: Gale Sword! Executing this Battle art, Noah became a blur as he attacked multiple times with his sword.

Caleb catches the corner brace with both hands. Catches it. The container weighs more than a car. The swing should tear his shoulders out. It does not. He plants his boots, muscles bunching, and stops the drift dead. For one clean second, nobody understands what they have seen. Then Caleb seems to remember himself. His face twists. Late. Badly. He staggers backward with an exaggerated grunt, shaking his arms like a man who has just performed impressive but plausible effort and would very much like applause to obscure the physics.

Sharon had decided to continue from where she had left. She again showed the presentation and showed a picture of a gravity gun, it was also a good and rare mod, but they were easily available on the market as they were mass-produced easily. Jasmine went to the front and showed what the gravity gun can do. She literally made the table in the front float on air for 10 seconds, before she lost control and had to place the table down quickly.