Gravity Tales Novels & Stories

"Good Liza, you got this question right." puri ko sa batang aking tinututor. Isa siyang grade 7 student at mababa ang marka sa Science kaya nagpapatutor. Ngumiti sa akin si Liza at saka nagpatuloy sa pagsagot. Tinignan ko muna ang orasan ng kanilang bahay. 7:30 P.M. It's been a week since that encounter with Thorn in his office. After he said no, I immediately left to spare myself from the disappointment. The whole trip was bad, my heart was aching for some reason. And it did not go away until I rested.

"I never wanted it to come to this." "Neither did I," she whispered, her green eyes brimming with unshed tears. But she steeled herself, determined to see this through. For in discovering Arthur's betrayal, Lyra had also uncovered powers within herself she never knew existed. Through an ancient tome hidden in the darkest corners of a forgotten library, Lyra had found her calling – she was the last in a line of elemental mages, destined to wield the sacred powers of earth, fire, water, and air. Her nights had been consumed with poring over the ancient text, decoding its secrets and unlocking the dormant abilities within her. And as the days turned into weeks, she trained relentlessly, masteri

I revealed, noticing Rafe's nod of understanding. We delved into werewolf lore, where each reincarnation serves as a link to the root of our predicament. Rafe, piecing together the fragments of our story, sought further enlightenment. "Then what is the source of all this suffering?" he asked, his eyes reflecting a newfound understanding. "The original werewolf used the sacred Grimoire as a bed for their lovemaking in the woods," I revealed, watching Rafe's shock at the revelation. The idea that a sacred object could be so desecrated was beyond his wildest imagination.

“What?” “See that rip in the sky there? “Those aren’t clouds. They’re projections. Stories from the beginning. Kaelen isn’t just opening the sky. He’s opening before.” And, as promised, images flicked inside the rift — dimly at first, like dreams only half recalled. Then sharper. A woman, on her knees by a river, with blood streaming from her hands. A baby in the circle of wolves. An old man writing inscriptions in stone while the stars bled above him. Elara took a step forward. “It’s a timeline. No... It’s all timelines. Layered.”

the Clone laughed, his eyes glowing with the Overseer’s light. Kaelor let out a roar, throwing his body against the ice walls to draw the Wraith's fire. The floor beneath them groaned—a sound of structural failure. The ice buckled. "Kaelor! Grab my hand!" The ground vanished. Aradaa and Kaelor plummeted into the abyss of the glacier’s center. They fell through a vortex of glowing blue light and screaming data. The pressure was immense, the weight of the souls crushing them as they sank into the very heart of the world’s stolen memory.

"What is?" "My father." A deep rumble moved beneath the water. The ground trembled. Damien stumbled. Marrine turned toward the horizon. A darkness was rising. At first, Damien thought it was a ship. Then it grew. And grew. Something enormous moving beneath the surface. Marrine whispered something in the strange language Damien had heard earlier. The water began glowing blue. Damien backed away. "What is that?" Marrine didn't answer. A shape appeared beneath the waves.

The sharp edges sliced across my cheek, leaving a thin line of blood. "Iris, you really came prepared, didn’t you? You’d rather watch your own sister die than help her?" My father, Garrett Malone, chimed in coldly, "Iris, to avoid donating your bone marrow, you actually colluded with a doctor to fake a report? You’ve truly disappointed me." It felt like a hole had been torn open in my chest, cold wind howling through it. I didn’t understand. We were both their daughters. Why couldn’t they spare even a single word of concern for me?

* The scar thrums, memories flooding him—Zara’s laughter, her hands guiding his claws during his first shift, her final smile before the tomb swallowed her. “Now!” Selene shouts. They surge their combined power into the scar. Golden-violet light erupts, a supernova tearing through the cavern. The Trinity howls, recoiling as Zara’s essence slips free, dissolving into stardust. But the Veil fractures, fissures spiderwebbing across the crystal walls. --- **Ryland’s Gambit** The tomb trembles, dust and debris raining down as Ryland ducks a shadow wolf’s lunge. Jarek’s spectral form flickers beside him, his dagger slicing through a tendril of mist.

“She’s not the threat she once was. But the Flame is still fractured. And worse, she’s changed. She touched something… older.” Ysara’s expression darkened. “The Veins.” Tarek turned. “The what?” “The Veins of the Earth,” Ysara explained. “Rivers of primal energy that run beneath the surface—untouched since the time of the First Shaping. They connect the Flame to the bones of the world.” Kael’s face hardened. “And Sylara found one?” “She must have,” Lena said quietly. “It explains her sudden surge. That… unnatural power.”

The "Plot Hole" was not a physical cavern; it was a conceptual vacuum. As the sapphire glass of the courtyard dissolved into the "Draft Archive," Silas and Lyra felt the "Weight of the Narrative" shifting. They weren't falling through air; they were falling through "Unused Ideas." They saw versions of themselves that had never been written—a Silas who never regretted the rejection, a Lyra who became a vampire queen, a Kaelen who was never born.