All Gravity Falls Characters Novels & Stories

We jumped. The moment we crossed the invisible threshold of the crater's rim, the terrifying, terminal-velocity drop vanished. The lunar gravity grabbed us, violently decelerating our fall. We drifted down to the base of the massive silver cathedral like feathers settling on a pond, landing softly on the scarred granite where the meteor was fused to the mountain. "It feels... wrong," Cord muttered, staring at his massive, heavy boots. The seventy-two-year-old Master Forge was practically floating, the sheer celestial pull stripping his massive physical weight away.

“A woman? The Hales don’t use women in extraction teams.” Lucian frowned. “Zoom in.” The camera grainily focused on the figure. Black jacket. Hood up. Head down. Elara whispered, “Do you recognize her?” Lucian didn’t react for a long moment. Then he stepped closer, staring hard. “No. But she’s not with the Hales.” Selene shook her head. “Then who is she?” Lucian murmured, almost to himself: “I know that stance. I’ve seen it before…” The woman lifted her head.

Girls, you can never understand them. "I'm Charity. The game is about to start. When the bottle points at you, you have to kiss the person at the other side of it, if you don't want to kiss the person, you take off a piece of clothing. And I mean, clothes not shoes, or jewelleries, they don't count! Have fun." The game started and so far, nobody had taken off their clothing yet. Everyone kissed whoever was on the other side of the bottle.

Angela's leg slipped and she fell on the ground. The girls pulled her up and placed her back on the couch. “ Get your self together Angela, who would have thought, the Angela who has always been agile, confident and sexy would turn out to be like this all because of a man?” Vera yelled. “ She's hurt already don't add to it!” Lena pulled Vera backwards.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

He's searching for his long-lost friend. • Sofia Reeds: This eighteen-year-old girl is the adoptive daughter of the Reeds couple. She has a gentle and loving approach towards most people. She's 166 cm tall (5'5 ft) and weighs 46 kg (102 lbs). MBTI type: ESTP. She's polite and respectful to everyone. Sofia easily makes friends and loves to assist Nathan during his dance practice. Favorite color: Cyan. Zodiac: Scorpio. She's fun-loving in nature. The girl always thinks of her actual family and the reasons, they left her behind. She considers Scarlet as her sister rather than a friend. Her short height never stops her from sticking up for her people. Her easy-going smile seems to pull Timothy i

He’s as perfect as the rest. How do I go from nothing. Nobody. Farm girl, to some gravitational force for their clan? I thought the Falls was supposed to be transient. Huge, and I swear I’ve seen them more in the past turn than I do my other neighbors in a village a fraction of the size as this.

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

The "True Real" did not welcome them with a sunset or a song. It welcomed them with Gravity. On the ash-plains of the Architect’s home world, the weight of a physical body was a relentless, crushing tax. Elara felt the ache in her marrow, the dry rasp of a throat that had never known true thirst, and the terrifying vulnerability of skin that could be bruised.

The hum changed pitch. And the pull twisted— not outward, but downward. Ronan’s stomach lurched as the floor beneath them shifted. Stone split with a deafening crack. Kiera screamed silently as gravity gave way— and the chamber opened beneath their feet, swallowing them whole.