Gravity Falls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Let’s get back to your party.” I giggled, taking his hand in mine. We walked over to the door. The moment we touched the handle, the floor beneath us opened. I was weightless, falling into the unknown darkness below. I reached out for something to grasp onto as I felt Lyle’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. Together, we slid down a slick and slimy stone chute, our bodies gliding effortlessly through the strange goo that coated its walls. With each passing moment, we descended deeper into the mysterious depths, the only sound echoing in our ears being the soft whoosh of our descent and the occasional splatter of the goo against our skin.

Her silver hair didn't fall; it drifted around her face like smoke in a stagnant room. "I can't—Victor, the weight. It’s gone." She reached for him, her fingers brushing the air. Her wedding ring slipped off her finger. It didn't clatter. It hovered between them, a small gold circle mocking the laws of the world. "The sensors are flatlining. Gravity isn't just fluctuating. It’s shutting off."

I’ll admit though, it’s was first time conjuring an Adonis. I kept scooting. “Hey, hey, you need to stop or you’ll fall and hurt yourself!” he called out. I was already right at the edge. I could see it clearly now, my body slamming against the cold marble floor. A deep, welcoming darkness would swallow me whole, and I’d finally, finally be free. Taking a steady breath, I allowed my weight to tip forward, feeling the thin air rush against my battered body as gravity pulled me down. For a fleeting second, I cherished the wisp of breeze that kissed my skin.

She tried to twist free, but Chloe clung on, refusing to let go. “Let go!” Elena hissed, her voice trembling with anger. They struggled intensely as Chloe leaned dangerously toward the edge, her weight pulling Elena forward. Just as Elena thought she broke free, she felt a sudden, unexpected shove from behind. Her eyes widened, and the world seemed to tilt. Gravity yanked her downward, and she fell down the stairs before landing on the floor. Chloe stumbled back and pressed a hand to her chest. For a second, she thought she might also fall.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

Then, the ground didn't just shake—it surrendered. The ancient stone of the dais, cracked and overcharged by the First Flame, began to disintegrate beneath us. A roar of shifting earth drowned out the wind as the center of the circle collapsed. We weren't just falling; the earth was swallowing us both, pulling the two anchors of this new power into its dark, cool depths. Gravity became a suggestion. The air rushed past us, smelling of damp earth and old magic. "Aella!" Sol’s voice was a jagged tear in the dark.

His large, calloused hand clamped around her throat like a vice. He was in a full-blown Alpha rage. He lifted Elena completely off the ground with one hand, his sheer strength driving her back until her spine hit the iron railing of the landing. Her upper body was forced backward over the rail. Elena's head dangled over the edge; she could see the dizzying drop to the ground far below. The sudden loss of gravity made Lyra let out a terrified whimper inside her. If Pheisar pushed just an inch further, her feet would clear the floor, and she'd flip over the fourth-floor railing, landing head-first on the concrete. Even if he didn't crush her windpipe right now, the fall would kill her instantl

It was a distortion in the air, a bending of the space right above the crack, as if something heavy were pushing against a thin sheet of glass. “They’re trying to step through,” the old Alpha warned. “Just enough to lay a hand on her.” Kieran’s arms turned to stone around me. “They don’t get to touch her.” The pull surged with a sudden, violent force. My feet actually lifted an inch off the ground, as if gravity itself had decided I no longer belonged to the earth. “Kieran!” I gasped, reaching for him. “I’ve got you,” he groaned, his muscles straining against the invisible tide. “Hold on!”

The only thing that I knew was that we were outside of the room, our struggle with one another still very much heated at its peak and then, in a moment of wicked irony, gravity decided to join its forces in on our battle. We crashed into the banister, the force of our collision sending us falling downward. The world spun around me as I tumbled down the flight of stairs, my body jolting with pain at the impact on each of the several stairs. I clawed at the air, desperately reaching for something to hold on to and stop myself from falling any further than I already had, but my efforts at stopping my fall were in vain.

My heart begins to pound as I realize that I'm not in my room; instead, I'm hanging out of a window and the ground is a good three stories below. "Fallon!" Fineon’s deep baritone booms from beneath me, startling me enough to make me slip, causing my leg muscles to loosen enough to almost lose their grip on the windowsill. Cursing, I tighten my hold and try to calm myself. Using all the strength I can muster, I attempt to slowly lift myself towards the open window with my legs. It hurts and it feels like my calves are on fire, but I ignore the pain. "Al…most…" I wheeze, reaching out in an attempt to grab something. "There…"