Gravity Falls Lost Legends Novels & Stories

Themis Pov I was tired of falling. I have been falling for what felt like hours now because since Kastav sent us into the portal he created, I have not been able to stop falling. My only consolation is that Orel and my son has been on the same length as me, no one of us ever leaving the same length so we could keep each other in the same eyesight. That should have been the first marker for me but I had ignored it. We stopped shouting when the fall did not stop and even started conversing and that was when something different happened.

Earth disappeared. Not slow. Not with a crack or warning. Just like that. Mara felt heaviness for a moment. Then she fell. Next to her Jonas. Eva. Lyra. Stone walls ran past them. Silver light lines stretched through the darkness. The shaft was impossible. Much deeper than under an island should have space. Mara screamed. The wind ripped off her voice. Then something strange happened. The case was slower. Not because they hit something. This is because gravity itself became weaker.

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

Liam corrected, and the weight of his words hung like a dark cloud. A memory lanced through Jenifer’s mind, sharp and unforgiving: Zayla, hair slick with rain, eyes wide in fear, had once asked what happened to the lost dragons who never returned. “They’re still out there,” Jenifer had said, “somewhere only legends can suffer.” She turned her gaze back to the walls. Legends. Hurting. “So this is an archive,” Alex stated, his voice strained, “or a graveyard.”

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."

His stale voice is flat and hard, but his accent is irrefutably refined. “No, it’s okay. I’m just a little jumpy.” I place a hand on my stomach, my stomach that churns with unease as my heart beats out of rhythm. He looks at me with those eyes… like the dismal soils of a cemetery. But that would be an offense to the actual dead people. “I understand that your relocation here must be foreign, as are the ways that we live by,” he starts, unsure of where he’s heading. “Our tradition, our ancient roots, we bolster them like a mantle because it is what founded our great empire. Our everlasting legacy.”

Olivia POV From everything I had been told, the maps I studied, and the ancient texts Karl and the others researched, it finally dawned on me that I had already stepped into the valley. The Valley of Broken Gravity. “The valley has awakened.” “The laws of gravity no longer exist here,” I muttered through gritted teeth. With both hands gripping my staff tightly, I slowly pulled myself back onto solid ground. The moment both my feet touched the surface… The earth rotated violently once again.

Leo gritted out, his palms turning into fists under the table. An insider had spilled company secrets and successfully managed to plummet down their stocks and corner the Emerson Group with multiple competitors vying to take over the famous business empire. “Jackals. That is what they all are in this industry,” His grandfather and mentor would grumble and teach him all the tricks of the trade. God bless his kind soul in heaven, especially when his rotten son had spilled water all over his hardwork. "I don’t think anyone has a bid and the numbers as good as ours, Sir,” the efficient secretary honestly said.