Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I don't feel the impact. I feel arms. Strong, frantic arms catching me before I hit the wood. "Graziella!" Spadino’s voice. Panic. Terror. The world goes black. I don't know how long I am out. Seconds? Minutes? I drift in a grey fog. I feel pressure on my chest. I feel hands on my face. Tapping. "Wake up. Come on, Ghost. Wake up." I open my eyes. The light is blinding. I blink.

“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.

As my body grew colder and colder, Monica's cruel curses faded along with my breath. When I opened my eyes again, every memory from my death rushed back into my mind. Monica, the person I had once treated like family but had ended up killing me, was sitting right in front of me. I had been reborn. And just like in my previous life, once Monica's mother, Lorelei Newman, found out that she had secretly been dating a guy from a modest background, she immediately set up a blind date out of anger. Monica was beautiful, and she had become a model after graduating from the arts academy.

The remaining shadow-creatures didn't just dissolve this time—they froze solid and shattered into dust. From the center of the northern sky, a single, colossal eye made of burning, emerald-green fire opened within the black clouds. It didn't look at the pack house, or the forest, or the mountains. It looked directly at Gina. The sheer psychic weight of the entity’s gaze slammed into her mind like a physical blow. Gina gasped, her knees buckling as a cold, paralyzing dread flooded her senses. The white crescent on her forehead began to throb violently, bleeding a tiny drop of luminescent silver blood down the bridge of her nose.

I heard a whimper of desperation fall from my lips as I closed the distance between the foyer and the gargoyle hunched over the keep, the odd light of its luminescent blue eyes watching me. I could have sworn, as I let out a damning howl, raising my mutt to the cloud-covered moon, that the gargoyle hybrid on the balustrade was almost grinning, the shadow of what I was stunned to realize was its fur hanging like mist above its bulky frame. ”Nola farthing child, this is it,” I squealed, the blood ringing in my ears as I threw myself on my side, sliding under the sharpened teeth of the iron grate and toppling, feet first, into the steep blackness.

*****ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** "Welcome back," the second ghost said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You're intelligent, figuring it out without my hint, which you couldn't decipher." She extended her hand towards me, and I reluctantly handed her the eyeball she had requested. She giggled and swallowed it, transforming into a terrifying octopus in the blink of an eye. Its menacing tentacles writhed everywhere, except where I stood. The sheer size of the creature overwhelmed me with fear, and I struggled to maintain eye contact.

It was Red's hand and he had been monitoring her from afar for a while. He was willing to prevent her from falling to the ground but the opposite was the case. Her weight had pulled him down and immediately, he landed on top of Crystal in a dark room. Their lips were pressed on each others lips and with shock , Crystal left her eyes wide open. Oh My God. She spoke within herself.

However, it was not until they rounded the corner in front of him, that he discovered that this effort had not been necessary. Obscured in the murky light at the far end of the hall, her captivating yellow eyes gleamed as vividly as Horus remembered. The ghost pausing in her journey to behold her audience, Horus’s steps faltered as he met with the piercing gaze of Chiri Krane. His jaw dropping a little without his noticing, he regarded the phantom’s stoic manner and graceful movements trying to detect some inauthenticity to his conjured memory of her. Fearful that any sudden motions might provoke her to disappear back into the darkness she had emerged from, Horus progressed towards her slowl

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.

screamed Ghost in the doorway to the office. A shot rang out. It echoed off the walls. Out of the corner of her eye, Amber watched Ghost drop to the concrete floor only feet away. A trail of crimson seeped out from around him, reaching towards Amber. She was frozen. Muted. Her brain not working. But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads.