All Gravity Falls Characters Novels & Stories

Her sixteen years old hung up not before making the unbearable kissing noise. Shaking her head with her lips still stretched in a wide smile, Leona crawled to the door and swung it open. The temperature of her blood dropped to zero degrees celsius when the smiling face and red roses came in view. "May I come in?" The angel's heart never thought that night was going to change her life in a way, she couldn't fantasize. She was thrown into a schism of Hades which was insurmountable to come up through. She lost everything, she was astray down on oaths of coals, she was left in the lurch by the people whom she called family and the fans who referred her goddess of the universe

‎𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 ‎ ‎slap wasn't that dramatic. ‎It didn't make me go numb or anything. My head turned slightly to the side. ‎That was it. ‎For a second, my brain lagged behind, like it needed a moment to process what had just happened. ‎Then I looked back at Ryo. ‎He looked worse than I did. ‎His hand was still hanging in the air, frozen there as if he couldn't believe what he'd just done.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, unbridled and unwelcomed. 'WHY?' A great force pushed Len down so hard it should've snap him in two, but it didn't. Len was falling into pitch black darkness, voiceless and motionless. Gravity pulled him down ever so slowly, lulling him in the dark air before finally tucked him down softly on the cold, hard grounds.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

He followed the footprints to get to Eren. “You won't be able to run away from me Eren! You know what my special ability is right?!” shouted Jacob trying to intimidate Eren. With his special powers, Jacob tries to chase after Eren. He ran very fast and almost caught up with Eren who was walking in the thick grass. "Got you, Eren!" said Jacob as he continued to run fast. When he got very close to Eren, suddenly... "Brakkk!" Jacob fell so hard he rolled over. The gun he was carrying fell somewhere.

Granger is dragging Westfall, who is by all accounts completely unconscious. “Alpha,” Granger pants, “We have a serious problem.” His face is shredded, blood pouring down his jaw and neck. His armor is in pieces, and Westfall doesn’t look any better. Granger falls to his knees, but I catch him around the middle while Artyom steadies Westfall before he can fall face first in the dirt.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

The tension in the line snapped, but not completely. But just enough. Enough to throw everything off. My grip faltered. The support failed. And suddenly— I wasn’t moving forward anymore. I was falling. The world tilted violently as gravity took over, my body dropping faster than my mind could process. There was no time to react. No time to correct. No time to fix it. It was just an impact. And then everything went black. * * *