Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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

She stood in the center of the smoldering crater, the sapphire light of the fused Heartstone shimmering beneath her skin like a second, celestial nervous system. "You’re a ghost, Sofia. A trick of the light. No one survives a resonance collapse of that magnitude," Zilo Graves stammered, his voice thin and reedy. He clutched his obsidian blade with white-knuckled desperation, his eyes darting across the smoke-filled hall. The grandeur of the Triad leader had been stripped away, leaving only a frightened man in cracked armor.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

“At least allow me to breathe,“ She clenched out, repeatedly jamming her fist into his chest. “As you wish, princess,“ His hold loosened and for the first time since he snagged her up, she got to see his eyes. A pair of bluish-grey eyes were boring holes in her. For a second, she got lost in them. She's never been big on staring into people's eyes but out of the few she'd stared at, these bluish-grey eyes stand out the most. She'd never seen eyes with so much depth and a frightening dose of sadness, mixed with a horror vibe that seizes your breath. Who is this guy? Ghost forced himself to break eye contact. She was staring too deeply like she could see his soul. He felt vulnerable to her st

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

This was the space she was going to become unstoppable in. Suddenly two maids stepped in silent as ghosts, dropping glasses of juice in front of them, bowing and stepping out without a word. It felt eerie. Scarlet didn’t touch the cup yet. She just stared at the liquid like it might contain someone’s heartbeat. Across the staircase ... upstairs ... Grey stood leaning on the rail, his arm muscles flexed against the wood, watching her from above as if he was watching someone walking into a destiny that would swallow her alive. He muttered under his breath, voice dark, voice scared, voice raw with something like grief,

His partner's words kept on ringing in his head — he quickly felt a pang of fear breaking into his heart as his naked body shamelessly swam in the air. Gravity began to break and there he was falling into a colourless abyss. David and the bed had disappeared altogether and now he was alone, hovering into nothingness, waving his hands as he hoped to save himself from the sudden fall. When he had thought to release a scream, his mouth closed as if glued. Bit by bit, he approached the abyss — it was cold and it smelled of emptiness. "NO!" He thought, shutting his eyes as tight as a drum. "NO!"

"It's... in the marrow now. I can feel the 'Divide' opening." He tried to push himself up, his charred fingers clawing at the grit, but his strength failed. He hit the obsidian floor with a dull thud. I could feel the structural failure of his soul through our link—every labored breath he took echoed in my own chest like a second, dying heartbeat. Then, the host moved. The bone-white creature let out a low-frequency hum. Its mechanical neck clicked once. It released. The distorted gravity vanished. "Mommy!"

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

Thin. Trisha leaned closer, tears streaming freely now. “Don’t talk yet. Just-just breathe.” Nora’s eyes darted around the room, wild and confused. Memories came in flashes. A phone rang. Her chest tightening. Running. Headlights. Pain. Her breathing quickened, alarm blaring inside her. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. “No no” Jaden stepped into her line of sight. Her heart stuttered violently. His eyes were red, rimmed with exhaustion, guilt carved deep into his expression.