Gravity Falls Book Series Novels & Stories

“Reminds me of my uncle’s funeral. But with worse scenery.” “Your uncle’s funeral had a casket,” Lyra said from behind me, her steps light and wary. “This feels more like being inside the coffin while it’s still being built.” “Apt,” Kairi murmured, not looking back. His Lawgiver’s gaze was scouring the landscape, reading the invisible text of broken rules. “The foundational axioms here are… corroded. Gravity is more of a suggestion. Look.” He kicked a pebble. It skittered sideways, then shot upwards for ten feet before lazily drifting back down like a feather.

I took the book up, and with the ravaging anger that lives within me towards this book, I tried throwing the book to my door. As the book was about to hit the door, it got itself suspended in the air. Looking at the book suspended in air, I started growing phobia in myself, my feet are not stable anymore as I know this is not a matter of gravitational force but a matter of dark souls that lives in the book. The book instead of hitting the door and fall on the floor, started moving toward me. My room is in the second stairs as my house is a two story building. Right behind me is the window and I have no idea of what to do, as am about to reach the window the way the book approach me.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

I started to sit on the floor and my tears fill up my eyes. Suddenly.. "Ev."

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The old man’s face turned gray, his lips growing bluer by the second. Marcus ran to his sire, and yanked him out of his friend’s clutches. Blackstone fell, cradling his left arm. His gaze met his son’s, eyes wide with fright. Slowly, the man’s breaths weakened and he sagged against the floor. Marcus lifted him, studying him closely. Death filled his eyes, just as had happened when Matthew’s life slipped away.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

CHAPTER 128: THE VIOLET GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a fall isn't just a descent; it’s the moment the universe tests whether you have the wings to fly or the bones to shatter. The "Sovereign-Prime" was no longer a ship; it was a screaming, disintegrating metal corpse. Gravity had become a joke, the floor tilting at a forty-five-degree angle as the atmosphere was sucked out through the breaches in the hull.

​The air in the Brooklyn bookstore was stale, smelling of dust, old paper, and the sharp, ozone tang of a dying server. For the first time in 156 chapters, the gravity didn't feel like a "Simulated Weight"—it felt like a burden. Nora Davis felt the ache in her knees and the raw, stinging cold of the April wind whistling through the door.

“ACCESS— ACCESS— ACCESS—” Books flew off its frame in all directions, bindings popping, pages ripping free. Its chains went slack, then snapped taut, then sagged again, whipping with no rhythm or aim. The graveyard responded. Headstones that had been half‑sunk lurched upward, then cracked. Coffin‑books slammed shut of their own accord or burst open, their contents spiraling into the air in confused flurries. The librarian tried to take a step. Its leg—three encyclopedias and a stack of law codes—collapsed, volumes spilling out like broken bricks.