Novel & Cerita Gravity Novels

The spell will be cancelled immediately after a two-second cast. 5. The gravity magic is cast on the platform with the Black Sword. It was assumed to be 200 times heavier compared to normal gravity. …That’s all.

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

They had to see us with their own eyes. With the gravesite nearly unearthed, the groundskeeper stumbled out. “Oh, my Moon Goddess! I laid those she-wolves to rest. It’s bad enough that no werewolf held a funeral for them now that they are gone. Why are you digging up their grave?” Dumbstruck, Blake and Kaden paused. “Lucia, I was wrong! It’s all my fault. Come back! I regret everything!” Blake dropped to his knees and struck his palm across his face repeatedly.

Alex said through gritted teeth. Ethan jerked his hand free from Alex's grip. "Don't play games you can't win." He warned, turning to leave. But Alex's anger flared, and he lunged to grab Ethan's arm. In his haste, his feet tangled, and he stumbled. Ethan spun around just in time to see Alex's face contort in a mixture of rage and surprise. Then Alex crashed into him, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Ethan's back hit the ground, and Alex landed on top of him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the world around them melting away

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

A pair of shoes flew from inside and I gasped when it almost hit the side of my head. "Calm down, will you!?" I exclaimed. I sighed aloud when I saw that those were my Reebok Instapump Fury x Vetements Graffiti. I faced her and was shocked to see her eyes smudged with mascara while crying. "Goodness, don't cry. You look hideous." I started, frowning. I really liked the shoes she threw outside; they were like vandalized shoes but they were on fire, I swear. "You know, Mads, you could find someone better than me—"

They saw the "Regent of the Mud." "Thorne!" Sarah called out, leading a group of engineers toward the orchard. "The Atmos-Core is spiking. These diamonds... they’re generating a localized gravity field. If we don't learn how to regulate them, the valley is going to lift right off the tectonic plate." Leo looked at the jagged indigo scar on his arm. It was no longer a cage of glass, but a roadmap of violet light beneath his skin.

Rumi placed his hand on Roxie’s cheek, “She must be one hell of a woman for you to get into so much shit.” “She’s nothing to me, Rumi. Just heal her before the Weeper’s come and attack us.” “She’s a Weeper?” Another knock and Greta entered the room. “I can only wipe her mind for a few months,” Greta told him, “She might start remembering then.” “Why can’t you wipe it forever?” “She’s a strong vampiress,” Greta said, “Did you know that? Does she know that?” “I-I don’t really know her well.”

The frozen waterfall, a massive curtain of blue-white ice that had served as our door, suddenly shattered. It didn't break from a physical blow. It simply disintegrated into dust, as if the very atoms of the ice had been told to stop holding together. Through the opening, the violet light of the moon poured in, and with it came the Grave-Wolves. They were horrific to behold. Their fur was matted with dried blood and black ichor, their eyes glowing with a sickly, stagnant purple flame. They moved with a jerky, stop-motion fluidity that was nauseating to watch.

"We can’t rely on gravity anymore. If we want to catch the tail end of that freight train before it leaves the yard, we’re going to have to pump the walking-beam manually. And we have to do it without making enough noise to trip the acoustic sensors along the fence line." ​I stood up from the wooden porch, my knees popping with a sharp, painful click that seemed to echo off the rusted corrugated roof of the cabin. My body was screaming for rest—my lower back was a solid wall of ache from the gravity descent through the gorge, and the raw blisters on my palms were stinging from the toxic, petroleum ingredients of the hydraulic sump-oil. But looking back down the line, I knew there was no turn