Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

My eyes rove over the muscled planes of his abdomen and chest, at those haunting tattoo's. His cold, emotionless blue eyes flicker before he strides at me. I hold my hands out in front of me, ready to launch into an excuse. "Listen Sire-" He doesn't bother waiting to hear my excuse, grabbing my wrist tightly. My shout of protest is cut off as the world around me starts shifting, my body feeling as though it's being sucked into the darkness that falls like a veil around us. And then I fall. Sire's grip on my wrist is the only anchor I have to reality as I fall through the darkness, my eyes squeezing shut as I anticipate landing. I'm going to die.

She sat in the center of the falling debris, anchored, unmovable. Guller scrambled to his hands and knees. He looked up toward the natural chimney that led to the surface. The light filtering down wasn't the soft blue of the moss anymore. It was red. Thick, viscous red, like fresh arterial blood. The ground shook again—a long, rolling groan of tectonic plates grinding together under immense gravitational stress. "It’s here," Guller whispered. His heart hammered against his ribs, painful and erratic. "God help us." Neoma opened her eyes. They weren't violet anymore. They were black.

I yelled. They all stopped and stared at me. I fell chills run down my body. I thought that ghosts were a pile of white energy floating, but the ones in front of me had human appearances. A whole town was filled with ghosts. They stared with wide eyes, their faces passive and slack. Awareness crept over me that I was no longer in contact with the ground but instead spinning. They heft me with their energy and let me sink into the ground. My vision became blurry, and I fainted.

“He’s not stabilizing he’s leaving the network. Adrian didn’t respond. Because he already understood. Of course he was. He couldn’t exist in both places. Not like this. Not anymore. The ghost had to die for the man to live. The First Breath Inside the tank. The eyes fluttered. Not open. Not yet. But close. So close it hurt to watch. The chest rose again. Deeper this time. And then. The fluid was gone. Completely drained. The body hung suspended for a fraction of a second. Before gravity took hold. He fell forward. The glass held. Barely. Adrian pushed himself upright with what little strength he had left, pressing both hands against the tank. “Come back,” he whispered. “Come back to me.

But then I pushed my sight past the quartz and touched the spinning black water in the center. The shock was absolute. It was a void. There was no heat. There was no vibration. There was only a terrifying, infinite hunger. The abyssal spark wasn't pushing force outward like an explosion; it was pulling everything inward. It was a microscopic black hole of pure, localized hydrostatic gravity. I opened my eyes, ripping my deep sight away from the crystal, gasping for air as if I had just been dragged underwater. "Jace?" Elara sat forward, the blanket slipping from her shoulders. "What is it?"

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

"This is what I was built for. I’m the only one who can harmonize the gravity-drive with the Null-fold." He didn't wait for her to argue. He plunged his hand into the liquid Aether. The scream that left Leo’s throat wasn't human. It was a digital, modulated shriek that echoed through every speaker in the Spire. His vision shattered into a million fragments of data, the ship’s telemetry, the city’s power-grid, and the cold, vast emptiness of the upper atmosphere. He could feel the roots of the Green-Ghost reaching deep into the earth, and he could feel the cold, metallic hunger of the Siphon-Platform reaching down from the stars.

When it comes back I’m on my knees again, gasping, but I still crawl forward, still rise. “Three minutes,” Ghost calls. They hit me harder. Faster. No mercy. I don’t ask for any. I drop again, face-first into the mud, body refusing to move. Everything is pain. Everything is perfect. I push up one last time, legs trembling, blood pouring from too many places, and I stand. I stand. I look each of them in the eye, Knox, Titan, Blaze, Wrath, and I smile like the devil himself. “Time,” Ghost says quietly.