Alex Hirsch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Remembering seeing him appearing this week before. Another time he left the chamber. “You.” He asserted without even looking back. He reached the girl and had to hang onto her chest and back to balance himself. After he’d steadied, he stretched to unhook her and pull her down. She fell limply against him, and I saw he couldn’t hold up her weight so when he fell back I caught his bigger frame. Surprised to realize he felt light. Like he’s hollow. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. Wondering if he was trying.

The timing was key. “I’m only too happy to be of service to you, my Alpha,” cooed Stephanie, and Connor picked up on it. He found her extremely attractive but wasn’t quite sure if she was ‘the one’ to select as his Luna. Yes, she was feisty and ruthless like him, but she would first need to prove herself. He would definitely be keeping a close eye on her. Stephanie began to stand up when she was dismissed by Connor. Her foot caught the edge of the rug and she lost her balance and fell forward. Connor was luckily there to catch her or she would have hit her head against the corner of his desk.

The last thing Cerise sees before passing out is Nicholas. Down the alley of Efforia subdivision, Halo finds himself running for his life, a toothbrush in his mouth as he does. A string of curses escape from his lips, turning swiftly into a corner to catch some air. He spits out the toothbrush and it falls into a pool of blood, there's a dead body leveled at his feet. "Holy-" He nearly screams, immediately placing a hand to his mouth to suppress it.

Something in his expression shifted as his gaze tracked the ruin of the billboard, then the line from there to me. Right. He’d just seen me drop a set piece on his people. Again. He hissed, frustrated and a flicker of wariness mixing in his eyes. “It’s just gravity,” I said under my breath. “I didn’t invent it.” My hands were shaking now that the adrenaline spike was fading. My shoulders burned. A bruise was already blossoming across my palm, where the block had slammed into it on release. Across the way, Jax pushed himself up from a crouch behind a low wall, ash and glass dusted through his hair. His chest heaved with breathless laughter.

Cassie's POV Knox is falling. That's the only thought in my head as I watch him collapse onto the ice. It's not a trip, not a hit. Just... down. Like someone cut the strings holding him upright. “KNOX!” Maya's scream beside me is raw and terrified. But I'm already moving. My legs propel me forward before my brain can catch up, before I can think about what I'm doing or why or whether I should. I just know that Knox is down and I need to get to him.

My mind was so full of him—his presence, his power, the way everything had changed because of him, the way he was effortlessly arousing me—that I forgot to watch my step. Bad luck struck at the worst moment. The janitors had just cleaned the floor. It was wet, if not full of water, and slippery. The moment my foot touched the edge of the staircase, I lost my balance. My body tilted forward. I slipped, crashing down the steps. My limbs flailed, my clothes soaked in the soapy water as I tumbled down, swimming through the watery stairway all the way down. The world blurred. Pain exploded through me with each hard impact against the staircase.

And neither of us knew if we’d survive it. The hallway blurred through my tears. My chest heaved, the burn of his sobs still echoing behind me. I stumbled, half-blind, clutching at my bump, desperate just to get away from him. The staircase loomed. One step. Two. My vision swam, the world spinning, my body heavy. My hand missed the railing. My heel slipped. My breath caught — panic searing through me as I felt my body tilt forward. “Saesha!” Arms yanked me back hard, crushing me against a chest that trembled with ragged breaths. Alex. His grip was iron, one arm around my waist, the other pressing my back against him, shielding me from the fall.

The silence following the "99% Crash" wasn't peaceful; it was unformatted. The air in the valley was a thick, grey haze of Dead Pixels and static. Every time the wind blew, it made a sound like a corrupted audio file—a rhythmic, digital stutter that scraped against my nerves. I didn't wait for the elevators. I threw myself from the command center balcony, using a localized Gravity-Bypass to slow my descent as I soared toward the glassy crater where Xander lay.

He just stayed. * Alex Hamilton * I watched her fall asleep, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern, as if the chaos of the world had finally loosened its grip on her. Even in slumber, she looked exquisite, serene, untouched by the weight of the past. The soft amber glow of the city outside bled through the hotel curtains, painting faint golden lines across her face. She lay there so still, so heartbreakingly peaceful, it almost made me believe in the idea of redemption.

I walked out the door but stayed where Asher could see me through the glass as I answered the phone. Me: Hello Alex: it's Alex Me: Is everything ok, Alex. I wasn't expecting to hear from you. Alex: I have bad news, I'm afraid. I didn't want to tell you this, but Xavier has been in touch and has told anyone who will listen that turning eighteen changes nothing. The only thing that will stop it is if you find your mate, but until then, he's going to keep coming after you. Me: That can't be true. Liam would have told me.