Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

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.

I imagined them up there, hands pressing against their abdomens, their once-haughty faces now contorted into masks of terror and suffering. A louder crash made me turn my gaze toward the grand marble staircase. Grace appeared at the top, staggering. The phone—her most precious possession—fell from her hand and bounced down the steps. She tried to grab the railing, but her hands wouldn’t obey. Her eyes met mine for a second—they were wide, bloodshot, and filled with panic. She collapsed halfway down. Her body rolled down the stairs like a rag doll; every impact against the marble sounded like a verdict. She stopped beneath the staircase, motionless—a heap of silk and scattered strands of hair

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.

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

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.