Gravity Falls : Irrational Treasure Novels & Stories

If he had known who I was, he would have been shocked to find out that I was one of the seven generals of King Iris. ~RIKAS~ The tomb of prince Rowland shattered my imaginations and defeated my expectations. I thought I’d find myself crawling into a smelly tunnel, after I saw the entrance from the outside, but It looked like a totally different world in the inside. It was like a small castle of rocks adorned with nature’s gifts. Shiny walls, strange paintings, and strange symbols everywhere. For a brief moment, I thought about Thalia’s letter, and another mystery gradually unravelled again. She mentioned the elephant’s ivory.

{The Ground Wire] The water of the sapphire lake was an illusion. As Ivy dived over the stone balustrade, the surface didn't splash; it shattered like a thousand panes of cold, digital glass. She fell through a liquid void that tasted of static and copper, leaving behind the "Result"—that sanitized, porcelain version of the man she loved—and the teenage Isabella, who watched her descent with golden, unblinking eyes. She hit the floor of the ruins with a bone-jarring impact. This was the Zero Layer, stripped of its grand estate and Alpine vistas. It was a graveyard of silver wires and shattered marble, lit by the flickering, dying light of the Mother’s Core.

On it: You don't need to speak to be heard. --- 11:55 PM — Sector K, Final Spiral Terrace A terrace curved upward in a gentle spiral, steps illuminated by grainlights embedded within—residue of the harvest turned into luminescent tiles. The spiral did not end in a vista. It merely re-curled on itself. Elira gained the top and gazed downward—not at height, but depth. The journey was the destination. To climb without requiring a rise. Caelan followed her to the top, a little winded. "No peak," he commented.

Instead, I headed straight for the heart of the ruins, a collapsed temple complex deeper in the valley, a place the maps marked with warnings. The temple was a skeleton of carved stone swallowed by the mountain. I picked my way through fallen columns, driven by a spiteful need to achieve something without him. In a central chamber, partly open to the sky, a stone altar stood. Carved into its surface was a familiar pattern—the interlocking circles of the Grail. Thinking it was a clue, a key, I reached out and pressed my palm against the carving, the Moon Tide shard in my other hand. The ground beneath my feet gave way with a sickening lurch.

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."

We found the entrance to the Vault not through a door, but through a frozen waterfall that masked a high-frequency acoustic lock. I didn't need a key. I used the gold coin. As I pressed the violet-glowing metal against the ice, the waterfall didn't melt—it shifted. The ice crystals rearranged themselves into a shimmering, translucent tunnel that led deep into the heart of the mountain. Inside, the Mercy Vault was a cathedral of frost. Thousands of glass vials were embedded in the walls, each one containing a glowing, iridescent liquid. This wasn't gold or data; it was the distilled essence of human irrationality. The sound of a mother’s lullaby, the impulse to share bread with a stranger, th

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

The guards jump back, startled by the noise. "What are you doing?" Agatha demands. I meet her eyes as I throw everything I can reach onto the floor. "Making sure I cause havoc before I am bound by your wicked self!’ Her eyes widen as she finally understands- if the treasures are dented, they mean nothing. The treasures are a rare type of gold and whatnot, they should never touch the ground "Stop him!" she yells, veins popping out of her head. “Stop that bastard!” But it's too late. Despite the guards coming to hold me down, I make one last move. With one final swing, I slam my body into the central shelving that has the largest treasures. It shakes and more treasures pour out

"Quagmire of Gravitational Weight." Butcher bared his jagged white fangs in a grim grin. His domain expanded outward in an instant. The air over the square turned thick as molten lead. The newly rescued Silvermoon priests were pinned flat to the ground before they could scream, their bones creaking under the crushing pressure. No warrior below the Fifth Rank could even stay standing within this domain. Eira remained rooted where she stood. The invisible gravity bore down on her shoulders like a towering mountain. Her signature wind essence was sealed entirely, her speed slashed by seventy percent.

Small shards of obsidian lifted from the floor, floating toward the ceiling. Leo felt it too. He gripped the throne, his feet losing their purchase on the mercury-slicked boards. "Mommy! I'm falling up!" I felt the structural failure of my own anchor. My legs, fused into the bedrock, were being yanked by an invisible force from above. The mountain wasn't holding me anymore. The moon was pulling me home. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.