Gravity Tales 소설 & 이야기

“Spare me that. That's just an excuse you tell yourself so you could live with the guilt.” He faced her, brushing dirt off his hands. “Believe me or not, I don't really care. You asked to know the truth. This is part of it.” “No,” she shot back. “You brought me here. You walked me into this graveyard. Why?” Sergio didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was softer than she expected. “Because one day, this will be yours. You should know what it’s built on.” She looked at the skeleton again, her skin crawling.

The images shift faster, showing battles won, betrayals that cracked the stone, a final desperate rite that sealed the heart of the temple away until two souls strong enough could wake it again. Kael groans low in his throat, body shuddering as the same visions flood him. "I see it too," he rasps. "The old guardians. They look like us. Like this was always meant to happen." The crack beneath us splits wider, and something begins to rise from the depths, not a creature but pure energy taking form, a towering column of violet flame that splits into two streams, one pouring into my chest, the other into Kael's. The heat is unbearable for a heartbeat, then it settles into something warm and righ

The ancient basalt ridge detached from the vertical face of the Great Divide with the deafening, earth-shattering roar of a dying titan. For a single, suspended fraction of a second, the crushing, artificial gravity well summoned by Counselor Vane’s silver staff paradoxically vanished, replaced by the terrifying, stomach-dropping absolute zero of a sheer freefall. The world dissolved into a chaotic, spinning maelstrom of blinding white snow, black shale, and chunks of ancient, blue glacial ice plummeting into the bottomless gorge.

​Through the massive fractures in the iron floor plates, she could see the world above her head systematically un-writing itself. ​The sixty-ninth and seventieth tiers were completely gone, melted into a single, chaotic river of liquid lead and boiling sulfur-water that was pouring down the vertical shafts like a biblical deluge. Through the steam, she could see the high keeps of the northern territory tilting at a catastrophic forty-five-degree angle, the ancient stone towers that had housed the Aurelian empire for three centuries systematically sliding into the roaring abyss as the mountain's roots dissolved. ​And further down the central drainage shaft, her portable transmitter still broa

“Jada! Your shields distort space-time metrics! Kinetic projectiles do not have enough Mass to penetrate! You're just running the kinetic energy! You have to the gravitational waves will crush your inner organs!” My intellect worked feverishly against pain and lack of oxygen. No plasma weapons. No kinetics. This is a completely new domain. Kael managed to set a foot forward. The earth under him shattered. He ignored Lyra and the guards. He bowed down to me, grabbed me on the thick collar of my jacket and ripped me off with an inhuman effort from Floor up. Even under the extreme gravity pressure his iron felt

"No! Kuma's strength was far below the evil energy emanating from within the valley. Maybe we should ask the historian about the tale of the Valley of Hell!” ===================== The events in the Hell Abyss in this novel usually occur in the real world. Its name is residual energy. Residual Energy is simply negative/evil energy generated from a place that has recorded many bad events (death accidents, massacres, and other bad events). In places that have been the location of a bad incident, residual energy is always stored, in the form of electromagnetic waves that can affect a person's conscious mind and can make a person careless until bad events happen again.

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

Grayson muttered. Nora stared down the valley, unease prickling her spine. The Rift’s energy pulsed faintly in the air, twisting light around the edges of buildings. “It’s a bleed zone,” she murmured. “The Rift must’ve folded part of another timeline here.” “So what,” Lira said, “we’re about to walk into a ghost town that thinks it’s still alive?” Nora started forward. “Something like that.”

Above them, the sky was a distant, dying pinprick of gray; below, the vortex of the Abyssal Cradle churned in utter, suffocating darkness, broken only by sudden, silent flashes of crimson ley-fire. Kira led the vanguard. Her boots gripped the frosted stone with practiced precision, her hand resting flat against the frozen basalt wall to gauge the subterranean vibrations. Every few hundred yards, the spatial pull shifted unnaturally. Gravity warped, dragging at their limbs sideways or threatening to pull them out into empty air, forcing them to wedge their bodies flat against the cliff until the wave passed.

I surged forward, magic tearing at my skin as I fought the invisible gravity pulling her toward the rift. “Tyla!” I bellowed. She reached for me with her free hand, eyes wide, terrified— “Arthur!” Her voice split me open. I dove. The shadow yanked her. The tear swallowed the ground. And reality collapsed between us. Everything erupted at once. The tears flared, blinding. Tyla’s magic lit up like a star going nova. Arthur tore forward with a roar that shook the trees. And Reynold’s body jerked violently as the shadow inside him tried to drag her through the rift.