Many Summers Later Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

The thirty years that he had not aged were catching up to him fast. June cried "Dad!" She tried to open the glass door. Benson looked at her one time. He did not use the mind-link. He moved his lips to say one word. He said "Run." The floor of the basement suddenly dropped down. The Investors were not going to let the harvester go. They made a gravity well. The whole hospital was being pulled into the earth. It was falling into a hole where the center of the earth was melting. June grabbed her mothers hand. They jumped for the service tunnel just as the basement fell apart.

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

They were turning the moon's corpse into a "Flail." The physics of the siege were brutal and primitive. By linking the fragments, the Union created a "Variable-Mass-Anchor." When the Curators attempted to use their "Gravity-Beams" to sweep the debris away, the Union responded by "Shifting" the center of gravity. They moved their gliders and heavy equipment from one fragment to another, causing the entire moon-field to wobble and spin in unpredictable patterns that defied the Curators' stabilizers.

I slammed the integrated pulse into the Gravity Spire. ​The silver needle didn’t stop humming; it changed its tone. The violent, pulling force vanished, replaced by a soft, cushioning lift. The city didn’t stop falling, but the “Descent” became a “Landing.” The gossamer bridges stopped snapping, and the floating gardens began to level out. ​But the Owners weren’t done.

The rope simply could not withstand this kind of strength and was broken right away. “Ah—” The three people fell down, landing on a pile of bones. Agatha looked at the few people beside her feet. “Ah. Just now, I forgot to mention that the gravity was too strong and the rope should have been sturdier.” Esmeralda got up and looked completely upset. She just fell flat on her buttocks on a bloody white bone, causing her pants to be stained with blood. She looked as if she had an accidental menstrual leak. Alex took Dorothy’s hand. Both of them were fine while standing steadily. “It’s strange. The abnormal gravity only showed up in mid-air, but it’s normal after landing on the ground.”

BOOK FOUR: THE ABYSSAL TIDE (Jace’s Perspective) Gravity is not a force; it is an argument. It is the earth demanding that everything return to its center. If you want to win that argument against an entire ocean, you cannot just raise your voice. You have to speak with something infinitely denser than water.

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.

Ben. Sparks spread through me as he put his hands on my arms to steady me. A small gasp escaped my lips as I look into his piercing blue eyes, it was as if time stood still and we were the only two people in the world, as fireworks exploded in my arms from his touch. Keira cleared her throat causing me to break away from his grip and glance at her.The voices of the students around us became known again as I muttered an apology to him as I tried to slip past into the gym. "So you're in Pe now too?" He asked with a smirk his eyes trained on me, I couldn't help the blush as my cheeks heated. It was as if I had lost my voice.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The fifth day of the "New Era" was the first day I truly understood the concept of weightlessness. In the old world, gravity was a financial constant. It was the pull of the debt, the downward pressure of the Syndicate’s expectations, and the heavy, leaden feeling of knowing that every move was being watched by a thousand digital eyes. But as I sat on the terrace of the now-silent Nexus, watching the morning fog lift from the spire of the Arts Tower, I realized that the air had changed. The atmosphere was no longer thick with the ozone of cooling servers or the static of high-frequency trades. It was just... air.