Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Lucian Moretti hadn’t just attacked us; he had turned our love into the trigger for Girard’s self-destruction. Suddenly, a red alert flashed across my primary monitor. The perimeter sensors at the East Cliff—the most jagged, treacherous part of the estate—had been tripped. But it wasn’t a wolf signature. It was a thermal void. A Ghost. I looked at the live camera feed. A figure was moving through the pouring rain, draped in a tactical suit that absorbed light and heat. He moved with a mechanical, eerie precision. He wasn’t trying to hide anymore. He was heading for the ventilation intake of the North Tower. He was coming to finish the job, to deliver the second dose of the Solstice Strain th

Scottie tries to pull free, calculating even now, but she locks onto him, then Theo, arms wrapping around both of them with brutal strength. “Now,” she shouts, voice ringing through the collapsing chamber. “Do it now.” The facility answers her. The hum deepens into a violent howl. The air twists, folding in on itself. Gravity stutters, yanking at my body like it cannot decide which direction is down. “Kaye,” I shout, terror ripping through the bond. “Stop. Please.” She does not stop. She turns fully toward the anchor, toward the heart of the pocket dimension, and raises her hands.

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

Dark and empty with nothing to see. "Is this my grave?" She asked herself. She sat on the edge of the pit and swung her legs, as she laid back and looked straight to the sky. She traced every bit of the star decorating the sky that night, she formed a casket with her imagination, and Joked about it being the most beautiful one in so many centuries. She sat up and looked straight into the pit and leaned down a bit. She could feel her heart beat faster as she pulled herself lower. She had nothing to lose and she knew that. She released her grip and let herself fall. She looked up at the sky and felt her body drop lower within seconds. She felt her body freeze up like she was deep into the sea.

Then waited. Footsteps. The door cracked. “Meekey?” Vanessa stood there, robe tied tight, hair in rollers, eyes wide. Her cousin hadn’t changed much—just older around the eyes, thinner maybe. Still had that same sharp look, like she could cut you with a stare if she had to. “Hey, V.” Vanessa didn’t move at first. Just looked at her, like she was trying to figure out if Meekey was real or just some ghost dragging chains.

Vicky spat. “ It's annoying just looking at them!” Grace took her seat and hissed. “ It's okay, don't let it get to you!” Sonia whispered. “ I guess she's head over heels already!” Grace spat. Lena stood there still wondering what was happening, she couldn't hear everything because she had Airpods on and now being choosed by Jayden felt weird. She turned to Mrs Tom and was about whispering to her but Mrs Tom took another step aside. Obviously avoiding Lena.

My lashes flutter, vision unfocused, but I tilt my head up just slightly. Blue eyes. Frantic. Angry.. Grayson. My lips part to say something, anything—but the world tips sideways. Then fades to black.

“Okay. You concentrate on calming your pup. I will see that we get through this shit safely.” Closing my eyes, I lean my forehead against his chest as I feel his touch against my skin, sizzling through my clothes. My heart leaps as it starts tingling, my grip increasing as I concentrate on talking to my pup about how we are safe, and Ace will make sure whatever is in those dirty waters won’t be able to hurt us. Suddenly, the ground below my feet gives in, and I fall into nothingness with an ear-shattering scream. Clenching my eyes closed, I brace myself for the fall, expecting to hit the hard floor as I wrap my arms around my belly.

From the taut skin, vitreous humor the size and shape of billiard balls jump and dangle at the end of raw, exposed nerves; like the trademark feature of a Ghostbuster action figure, only more anatomically accurate. Without warning, the exact spot he’s standing on collapses like a trapdoor and he disappears into a neat black square; that is, the whole person except for his innards still attached to the ceiling. First, the organs stretch like the longest suspenders then, the instant slingshot that they are, they fling the elevator operator straight into and through the ceiling in a blur, creating his own jagged emergency exit. The poor soul leaves with a final, reverberating snap.