Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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.

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

No one comes. Where is everyone? Are they all on holiday? The sun dips lower now. Fireflies twinkle against the dusk. Tears burn the back of my eyes. I choke back bile and blood. Here I am stuck in a freaking graveyard about to bleed to death. Gwen has Ben and Kairr. And after what she pulled with me, terror beats into me that she's going to destroy them. I can't let her do that. I have to save them.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

was losing its grip because Jinyan was providing a different frequency—a human one. The First Breach: The Breaking Point "Pathetic," the specter hissed, its form beginning to dissolve into grey smoke. "You’d rather die as a battery for a failing Saint than live as the king of the New World. Fine. If you won't lead her, the firm will." The ghost vanished with a sharp, concussive pop that sent a shockwave through the loft. The sapphire light died instantly. Grace collapsed onto the bed, her white eyes fading back to their natural grey as she fell into a deep, unconscious stupor. Panni went limp in Jinyan’s arms, her breath coming in shallow, ragged puffs.

Their foreheads touched, and his golden eyes locked onto hers. “I hear you. I’ll always hear you,” he whispered. The ghost hissed in fury. “Touch her…and you will fall with her!” The floor cracked beneath them as the grave’s glow illuminated half the chamber. Camela’s lips quivered. “Then fall with me.” Vincent’s claws dug deeper into the chains holding her back. With a roar, he pulled with all his strength, sending sparks flying. The chains cracked; one link broke loose. The ghost howled in rage, its voice echoing through the chamber. “No!”

forms manifesting as physical ghosts in the plazas and parks. The Descent from Grace At the top of the Anchor, Leo and Meilin were ripped apart. The sensation was like being flayed alive. The "We" was gone, leaving only a cold, lonely "I." Leo collapsed onto the carbon-nanotube floor. His white hair didn't glow. His eyes didn't flicker. He felt the weight of his own bones, the itch of his skin, and the terrifying, beautiful Silence of his own head. "Meilin?" he croaked.

Truly, utterly alone for the first time since… since before him. I tumbled through a kaleidoscope of fractured realities. I saw worlds of crystal and song, worlds of molten rock and screaming fire, worlds that were nothing but mathematical concepts given form. I was a ghost at an infinite window, watching a billion stories unfold without a single one to anchor me. Then, gravity found me. It was a different pull than the one that had drawn us to the Wildwood. This was crude, desperate, and hungry. I was falling, not through space, but through layers of reality, drawn downward by a terrible, familiar weight.