Gravity Tales Novels & Stories

“My mother spoke of them only once. Then she burned the record that said too much.” Outside, the Vale’s moonlight turned violet. Ruby moved to the window. “Voidlight. They’re opening a gate. North slope.” Kael drew his blade. “They’re not coming to talk.” Zara’s eyes narrowed. “No. They’re coming for her.” They moved fast. Down corridors that groaned under the weight of magic and memory, through tunnels that hadn’t been touched since the original Blood Accords were inked. The stone walls flickered with old wards trying to reawaken. At the northern overlook, the night pulsed with strange rhythms—as if two realities were fighting for dominance.

It was the cycle Chaos had promised: endless creation, endless destruction, no balance to hold it in check. The Guardian Balance raced from world to world, trying to stem the tide, but for every door they sealed, three more opened. Jade led the guardians in defending Balance’s Gate, Lyra poured over ancient texts searching for answers, and Cole’s father trained new warriors to stand against the chaos—but nothing slowed it. The cycle was already taking hold, woven into the fabric of existence itself.

Elias Graves had never been neutral ground because it was safe. It was neutral because no one had ever been foolish enough to claim it. Magic behaved differently here. It did not soften. It did not lie. That was why they came. Talia felt it the instant she crossed the boundary. The air pressed heavier against her lungs—iron, ash, grief ground so deeply into the soil it tasted like blood. Shadows clung to stone and root, unwilling to release what they remembered. Kaela stirred beneath her skin. 'Protect the young. End the threat. No mercy for what hunted families.'

"Silas has already tapped into the intersection. He’s draining the residual power from the graves to keep his rift open." Thane walked at the front of our small group, his massive shadow-steel blade strapped to his back. His wolf was restless; I could see the hackles of his shadow-spirit rising and falling beneath his skin. He didn't like this place. No wolf did. To us, the Tundra Graves were a place of rest, but here, the air felt like it was being inhaled by a giant, unseen lung. "Movement," Jace whispered, dropping from a jagged ice shelf above us. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated until they were nearly solid black. "They aren't shadows, Elora. And they aren't the King’s men."

Instead, I force a smile. "Careful, Dean Withers. You almost sound afraid of a dead family." His expression darkens. "Afraid?" He scoffs. "No. I reserve fear for things that are still breathing." My smile falls as he steps closer. "The Celestial Dragons are gone. Your parents are dead. Your sister is dead. And you, Miss Thalorien, are nothing more than the last loose thread of a failed rebellion." Every word steals more air from the room. "You know nothing," I whisper.

ÎN CRESTERE ÎN GLORIA SA DE ODINIOARÃ That was what was written on the tablet from Camp Gigant’. Raisel read it over and over again, “None of this makes sense”. She went over it one more time, “I can’t believe this was what we stayed back for at Camp Gigant’ and almost got crushed by giants for”. “Let me see”, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you"

The University of Pakihi is suited in Igria country, they decided to establish themselves there and they have spread their business to about 15 countries. Daryl and her parents dwell in Erin the only biggest city in Igria country. All the houses in Erin are giants that could sweep one off their feet. Daryl heard from her parents that they're from Swala country but she hasn't visited not even once. She has been to many countries but her country no!

***** Yvedra, Land of Stones A cheer erupted from a crowd gawking at the sky when darkness enveloped their surroundings as the last piece of the sun is eclipsed by a huge dark sphere. The celebration marks the 120th Black Sphere festival when the sun reaches its peak and is covered by a dark sphere turning day into night. This spectacular phenomenon only happens twice every one hundred years, a day of darkness and a day of light. Due to its rare occurrence, it is considered one of the most important events of this land by its people, as it is not only a wonder but a sign of their goddess’s grace as well. Hours after it disappears the terrenes grow in plenitude, their seas full of fishes, and

A trail of glowing sap arced into the air as he snarled and staggered backward. Both girls landed in a crouch. The battlefield beneath them rumbled—craters cracking like eggshells—and Dryad teleported again, this time in front of them, raising his shield high as massive, distant landmasses began to tear apart. The gravity distorted around them, light bending in the air. The vines thickened—no longer just roots, but tendrils of some ancient world-spine, pulsating with planetary anguish. The tendrils lashed out again—this time binding their wrists, ankles, even throats.

Adaira asked. Was she seriously contemplating doing this? Theia’s response to her question was to speak about the legend of the Volcano. The same one I had told Adaira about when we first met. I don’t even have an idea how I got to know the story in the first place, it was just one of the things I somehow knew. “So that’s it? Gavrael takes us to the volcano, then we go to the nether realm for answers? What next?” Adaira asked.