Gravity Falls Lost Legends Novels & Stories

"And I have you. That’s what the Tower wants. It wants to strip us of the one thing that keeps us human." Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to vibrate. From the gray mounds, figures began to rise. They weren't wolves or humans. They were hollowed-out shells of warriors, their armor rusted and their eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly blue light. "The Lost Legion," Zade said, stepping in front of me. He bared his fangs, but his magic was struggling in this realm. "They feed on the living. Stay close, Lyra. Use the Void!"

“Reminds me of my uncle’s funeral. But with worse scenery.” “Your uncle’s funeral had a casket,” Lyra said from behind me, her steps light and wary. “This feels more like being inside the coffin while it’s still being built.” “Apt,” Kairi murmured, not looking back. His Lawgiver’s gaze was scouring the landscape, reading the invisible text of broken rules. “The foundational axioms here are… corroded. Gravity is more of a suggestion. Look.” He kicked a pebble. It skittered sideways, then shot upwards for ten feet before lazily drifting back down like a feather.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

And then, before I could fully comprehend what was happening, the world shifted. The ground beneath my feet trembled, a low rumble vibrating through the earth. The symbols on the stones flared to life, glowing brighter, almost blinding in their intensity. The moon above seemed to grow larger, its silver light pouring down like liquid, spilling across the clearing and surrounding us in a halo of unnatural brightness.

Pollux walks over to Khai, whose eyes were burning holes into the ground and snaps a finger in front of his face, "Hey, are you even listening?" Khai looks up, "Oh, sorry. You lost me at she's into the perfect guy who also happens to like her back and I never stood a chance in the first place." He ponders, "Wait, are you talking about the silver-haired guy she always hangs out with? The star player of the basketball club?" "Well, yeah. But-" "NAW, MAN. IT'S LIKE QUASIMODO VERSUS PHOEBUS, I DON'T STAND A CHANCE."

The two went to the center of the arena and prepared for the fight. The ground started shaking, rocks after rocks fell to the arena. It was an endless earthquake. But one girl was showing more strength than the other, hat girl won the fight after she made a pretty deep hole on the ground where the other girl is standing, making the girl fall into the pit. The girl who won throw huge earth rocks to the pit making the other mage not able to fight back.

Duncan roared; his voice barely audible over the apocalypse. Makil climbed, his muscles burning, his world reduced to the rope in his hands and the raining debris. A chunk of rock glanced off his shoulder, nearly breaking his grip. He looked up. Leigh was at the top, reaching down for him. He grabbed her hand. She pulled, her strength astonishing, hauling him onto the ledge as the world disintegrated below. The chasm was a lake of blue fire and collapsing stone. The Shattered Wheel, their digging, their fanaticism, was being consumed by the very earth they sought to break.

[The Reflection of Blood] The world did not end with a bang, but with the roar of ancient water and the groan of shifting stone. As the floor of Ta Prohm collapsed, swallowing the moonlight and the jungle air, Panni felt the terrifying weight of gravity. She fell into the dark, the scalding sulfurous steam of the Angkor Vault rising to meet her.