Gravity Novels Novels & Stories

, Long Chen activated [gravitational dominance] and Wen Chao sank to the ground spitting a lot of blood, he tried to stand many times, but he couldn't even move an inch. "Gravity is like the injustices you suffered, it is the humiliation you went through, it is the pain you have experienced, the sky that denied you your talent; to go against gravity you must exert a power of equal magnitude or gain resistance to it", Long Chen paused and continued. "But what if you can produce your own gravity? Use your anger as gravity and merge it with all your negative emotions, hatred, envy, sadness, resentment, murderous intent, use those emotions to create your own gravity and press it against your ene

“What the fuck?” The two large, thick metal doors at the back of the truck were designed to keep all types of supernaturals inside. Only two sets of keys could open the doors and they were held by the processing team to avoid any attempts of theft. So, it came as a surprise to the guards and agents surrounding the truck to see the doors crumpled inwards and the surrounding body of the truck bent out of shape. It was as if something extremely heavy or something extremely strong had hit the back of the truck and caused the doors to buckle but not actually break open.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

"The grave photo. The words. That's not random." Camille stood and walked to him. She touched his chest like she was checking if he was still whole. "You're spiraling. Breathe." Her voice stayed gentle. "Elias is gone, Jose. We both know what he was. The drugs. The stealing. The way he kept pulling you and Rainer back into the dark every time you tried to climb out." She brushed her thumb across his jaw. "I hated watching you drown with them." Jose's throat worked. Part of him wanted to scream at her. Another part wanted to pull her back onto the bed and lose himself somewhere she couldn't follow.

Her triple-lens visor was pushed back over her hair, her gray eyes wide with a manic business-driven heat. "The barrier is holding at one hundred percent efficiency, Your Majesty!" she panted, dropping her gear onto a stone trestle. "The forge-masters are calling the alloy 'Sovereign Steel.' It’s drinking the emerald ley lines. Spitting out a localized gravitational anchor that’s making the upper valley entirely frictionless to external sensors.. That’s not why I came up."

pilots, men who had defected from the Syndicate’s aerial division, their faces hardened by a lifetime of flying in the toxic smog of the Dead-Zones. "The Coyote-Vanguards are loaded into the bay," Kael said, stepping up to the command console. "But Leo... we’re talking about a gravity-slingshot. The needle-ship’s engines weren't designed to launch from a stationary structure. The G-force alone could liquefy the pilots."

"The wood... it’s been treated with the same mineral-oil that my grandfather used for the first press-rollers." ​In the center of the old kitchen, beneath a trapdoor hidden under a heavy cast-iron stove, we found the stairs. They didn't lead to a cellar; they led to a cathedral of stone and copper. ​This was the Vance Zero-Point. ​The room was filled with hundreds of glass jars, each containing a different iteration of "Indigo." But in the center of the room sat a device that defied every law of the Architect. It was a Gravitational Press—a machine that didn't use gears or electricity, but the subtle tidal forces of the earth itself to move the plate.

Only the Life Substitution Spirit was still alive. Such a result was utterly unacceptable. "Pfft!" Alex knelt on the ground, gasping for air. His Great Gravity Spell was only at the first level. If it was only the first level, the effect on Aria would be minimal, and it would be unable to stop her at all. Hence, he looked for a way to superimpose a full thirty-six images, each casting the Great Gravity Spell. This way, when they were superimposed together, the gravity reached a terrifying value.

He looked at his tablet, the data scrolling in a frantic red. "It's a Gravimetric Resonance," Rhys gasped. "He's using the spear to increase the local gravitational constant $g$ by a factor of four." $$F_g = m(g + \Delta g)$$ "Elara... if he hits $10g$, our hearts will stop pumping blood!" "Not if I break the anchor," Elara roared.

I pushed my will through those cables, commanding them to wrap around the tectonic plates. ​Hold the world, I told the roots. Do not let go. ​The sky above turned a blinding, clinical white as the gravity beam made contact. The university didn't shake; it screamed. It was a sound of shearing metal and groaning stone that vibrated through every tooth and bone in the valley. The "scalpel" was trying to lift a billion tons of obsidian, but the Iron Grove was anchoring us to the very heart of the planet. ​"Level six is buckling!" Killian reported, his boots sliding on the shifting floor tiles. "The pressure is turning the lower vents into plasma!"