Gravity Falls Dipper Novels & Stories

Anya could hear the smile in his voice over the COMS. Damon held the girl tight around the midsection while he, from what she could see, checked their harness every few seconds. Rope fed into the pulley lugging them toward the safety of the chopper and Anya counted each second that ticked by. Death Valley was a steep drop of over four hundred feet to a ragged bed of rock. One slip or frayed rope and no one would survive. The depth of the cannon also meant rappelling down wasn’t an option. The cameraman zoomed out, highlighting how far off the ground they hovered.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

Ok let’s do this. How are you going to jump all that way without any momentum? You’d be like an anchor. Thanks for the motivation! Totally wanted to envision myself as an anchor falling to the bottom of the floor. You’re welcome! I huffed as I tried to gain the nerve to jump, I can do it! It’s only three meters. I closed my eyes and leapt away from the edge. Oh god! My eyes snapped open as I felt myself began to plummet. I glanced towards the vine like pipes on the gorge sides. I thrust my arms outwards and grabbed it as hard as I could. The skin on my palms shredded against the rough surface as I slid down the pipe. The blood coming from my hands acted as a lubricant causing me to slide dow

-Neiwei? Alerted by the commotion, two balls of mist leapt from the fourth floor where the failed helper stood, to the falling man. It was as though the balls of mist had figured out a way to manipulate gravity because they gained on the falling man at such an alarming rate that the situation looked almost hopeful. I was now invested in the scene for a whole other reason. Neiwei? I tore my body from ‘what’s his name’s’ grip, as though I was stuck in a trance, trying my hardest to identify the man who was falling too fast for my eyes to clarify his physic.

Alexander called Jeremy to their open terrace on the second floor—after breakfast to chat. Of course Jeremy was tense but complied. Jeremy was shocked to see the open terrace. The most eye catching thing there was the sculpture of a maiden. Unbeknownst to himself, Jeremy had gone near the sculpture to get a closer look. Alexander saw how the sculpture piqued Jeremy's interests and maneuvered behind the youngster with excitement. "Do you like these things?" Alexander asked. Jeremy looked back at Alexander from the sculpture and blushed. "I have seen some before but this one is the most beautiful."

At Big Dipper, somewhere in front of a crack in the dark void, countless violent Nine Heavens Gang Wind and black holes were blowing out from the broken gap, forming a terrifying curtain of earth, water, wind and fire. At that moment, in a wormhole nearby, Leigh was kneeling on the ground. Her body was trembling, and she had an extremely uneasy expression on her face.

The fall was more than something he could control. He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his mouth as he found himself struggling against the force of gravity. His body hit the window guards from the top most floor and his head also hit one of the opened window glasses and continued downward until it got to the middle floor at the fourth second where it hit another opened glass window, all this slowing down his movement and increasing the pains of his fall. He closed his eyes in anticipation of his death as he continued falling.

Dilip Raghuvanshi had vanished. The storm clouds rumbled over Dilip’s head. He crawled through the dense trees into the methane lake and was swimming vigorously into the hot simmering liquid. He felt like a toad in boiling water and kept sinking to the bottom. He would rise with extreme effort with every inch of his will power, take deep breath and let sink again. He held his breath for fifty seconds, then, like a man on fire, jumped out of the bottom and fell flat on the shore. A diamond fell from the sky. Dilip mustered the last ounce of energy he had and rushed under a tree. He was sure the dwarf had heard him run. His thighs burned and he felt dizzy. With one last effort, he crossed the

technique at a minimum level. As Long Chen started to walk, everyone around him fell to their knees due to the sudden increase in gravity. Even those observing from the second floor felt an indistinct pressure affecting their balance. Surprised by this, they noticed that it all started when Long Chen moved and began to pay him full attention.

As the tower shook, all the stone paths began to vibrate. The people on the paths were at a loss for a moment. The rules of gravity on the stone paths kept changing with different levels of pressure. As a result, many people fell to the ground, and Philip finally saw the projected shadow that he had seen earlier. It was an unusually handsome middle-aged man dressed in an ancient robe with long hair draped over his shoulders. He stood on the top of the tower and looked down at Philip and the others with an attitude of looking at commoners.