Gravity Falls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"Take my hand—grab my hand—" Her fingers found my wrist. I pulled. The roots shifted. What had been a cradle became a mouth. The interwoven leaves, never meant to bear weight, tore away from the walls of the hollow in a slow, sickening cascade, and I felt the ground beneath me tilt—felt the world tip sideways—and then we were both falling, swallowed by the dark together, the fireflies above us the last thing I saw before the earth closed over our heads.

Zack shouted as he noticed her getting dangerously close to the center of the gateway's pull. "Sorry, I can only grab your leg right now; your hand's too far away!" she yelled back, managing to latch onto his leg. "Yeah, hold tight!" he commanded, trying to increase their speed. Zack's efforts paid off as he managed to overcome the gravitational pull momentarily. They were making headway, their pace increasing as they ran towards the edge of the mountain. But just as they thought they might break free, the center of the gravitational pull shifted direction, aligning with their path.

Falling should have meant silence. Instead, it came with his name tearing from my throat and the terrifying certainty that the man reaching for me might no longer belong to the world I knew. --- I was falling. Not slipping. Not stumbling. Falling clean and endless, like gravity itself had decided to make an example of me. The wind tore the scream from my lungs as the penthouse lights vanished above, replaced by darkness streaked with broken glass and city glow far below. My arms flailed uselessly, grasping for anything anyone.

The fall was endless. Stone, ash, and shards of ruin tore past them as gravity ripped them into the chasm. Sera clutched at the air, her fingers stretching toward that small, glowing hand, but the earth crumbled faster than she could reach. The darkness swallowed them whole. Adrien’s arms locked around her waist, pulling her against him as they plummeted. “Hold on!” His voice was a ragged roar, almost drowned out by the howling void.

Truly, utterly alone for the first time since… since before him. I tumbled through a kaleidoscope of fractured realities. I saw worlds of crystal and song, worlds of molten rock and screaming fire, worlds that were nothing but mathematical concepts given form. I was a ghost at an infinite window, watching a billion stories unfold without a single one to anchor me. Then, gravity found me. It was a different pull than the one that had drawn us to the Wildwood. This was crude, desperate, and hungry. I was falling, not through space, but through layers of reality, drawn downward by a terrible, familiar weight.

Her body trembled as though something greater than herself had already chosen for her. The scene shifted again. The grand hall melted into darkness, the stone beneath her feet disappearing. She was falling, weightless, her hand stretching toward his. For a heartbeat she thought she would touch him. But at the last instant, he withdrew, watching her plummet with eyes that revealed nothing.

I wanted to drag the False Mother out of the clouds and force her feet onto the salt. The Spire groaned. The purple crystal began to turn white, the cracks spreading like a winter frost. The Star-Wolf shrieked, her celestial fur beginning to shed in a shower of falling stars. The drain was different this time. It wasn't taking my energy. It was taking my distance. I felt my feet leave the ground. Not in a graceful ascent, but in a violent, bone-grinding pull. The Star-Wolf was trying to fly, and she was taking us with her.

Taking my stance I tried to jump with all of my power into my legs. Jumping with all my might my disappointment is immeasurable. You're kidding me, right!? I could only jump about ten inches! What a weird gravity. Don't call me a dumb if I didn't notice it earlier it's not like my body feels heavy but it more like something is pulling me downwards as soon I leave the ground. Maybe because I don't feel anything that I didn't notice the weird gravity here in the void. What an asshole on whoever made this! Oh well... Because now I know the reason behind this I tried to climb up once again with more cautiousness.

“Killian. The packs. The faith of your people. And when you do, when they turn on you as they did on Morwein, who will you have left?” My chest ached. “I’m not her.” Her lips curved. “Not yet.” The forest shuddered, leaves trembling as a sudden gust tore through the glade. The world tilted, and for a moment, it felt as if the sky itself was holding its breath. “Go back,” I said. “To whatever pit you came from.” She only smiled. “You are the pit, my darling.” The ground cracked beneath me, light spilling through the fissures, white, blinding, searing… and I fell.