Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

It is not agony, it is more like: I walked into my own skin. When my eyes opened, they glowed silver. I could see everything. Smell everything. Feel the vibrations in the air as the Ghost unit moved. Kieran was bleeding from a cut on his arm. Tyra was just managing to keep herself up. The ghost turned its clicking eyes toward me. Target obtained, it said in tones as of grating metal. I smiled, and I knew it wasn't entirely human. "Come and get me." I leaped. Straight into the chaos.

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.

Rosette’s POV Everything went silent. Not quiet. Not calm. Gone. The pressure vanished. The resistance disappeared. The endless structure of loops and fragments— Collapsed. And for a single, suspended moment— There was nothing. The Fall Then— I dropped. Not physically. Not in a way I could understand. But I felt it— A sharp pull— A violent return— And suddenly— Air slammed back into my lungs. Back to Reality I staggered. My knees nearly buckled—

I threw myself straight into his arms immediately, burying my face against his chest as I began to cry uncontrollably, letting out all the fear that had built up inside me during that terrifying vision. While hugging my brother so tightly, as if my life depended on it, I couldn't help but keep looking around me nervously. I scanned my room once again, checking every shadow and dark corner, and finally let out a heavy sigh of relief when my gaze fell upon the glass door leading to the balcony. There were no shadows moving behind the curtains. There was no Eros standing there with those terrifying eyes and wings. There was no one around except for me and my brother. Everything was exactly wher

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.