Gravity Falls Lost Legends Novels & Stories

Marcus believed that Giselle herself was the cause of Arnanta’s death. He felt that Giselle did not care at all—perhaps she even regretted losing Arnanta. Now her focus was solely on her own daughter, Brizella. “I don’t even know who her father is. How could you do this to me, my love?” Marcus muttered, rubbing his head in frustration. The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. He regretted ever believing in the prophecy about the coming of the Seventh Goddess to his people. Now the goddess had indeed arrived—but she had ruined everything. She had torn his family apart.

Unfortunately, the beautiful woman fell down on a rock in the dark of night, crying out Lake had actually left her. Her heart ached, for she went back to losing something she loved. She sat down on the ground, bending her legs and then drowning her face between her hands. Lake, if that guy really left tonight, would she be back? Will this story go on? Or, just stop here alone. "Larissa?" The beautiful woman looked up, she turned to look at someone in the dark. No rays shone in his face, making Larissa's brow frown. Until suddenly it crouched before him, he took Larissa's hand gently, and Larissa recognized this grip.

Kaelen threw his claws into the stone, fighting the gravitational pull, his eyes wide as he watched the floor beneath me disintegrate entirely. Derek, still gripped in my hand, laughed as the shadows began to wrap around his legs. "We're going home, Leah." The stone beneath my boots crumbled into dust. "Leah!" Kaelen lunged, his outstretched hand barely missing my fingers as the gravity dragged me downward. I fell backward into the freezing, weightless dark, the grand ballroom and the world of the living vanishing above me as the stone doors of the inner sanctum slammed shut, sealing us in the deep.

I built an empire on code. But this... this laughter in the twilight, this peace earned, not taken? This is my legacy. And it is only just beginning. THE END

Alexis falls to the ground. "Oh, my apologies I forgot that my knight and lord Alexi's is here with me. I will make the proper adjustment." Alexis and the 50 knights suddenly experienced a gravitational pull. They began to float in the air while the 300men experience a devastating force crashing their bodies further to the ground ripping their flesh and muscles. The ground began to tear up. The walls began to crack up to the roof at the intense pressure. Instantly, the Chambers exploded with walls gravitated sideways. Rudeus looks at the moon shone above. The building was destroyed. The seven walkings suddenly felt a huge pressure.

Suddenly, the ground that Erigor and I were standing on cracked so that both of our eyes widened. "Hurry up!" I screamed and suddenly remembered the relic. I turned in its direction and saw the relic still clinging to it. I wish I had taken that before I helped Erigor. But there is nothing I can do because we are already in this situation. The ground shook again and Erigor struggled to climb up but the ground was too fragile and it was always collapsing and Erigor could not move forward. I turned back to the relic and saw how it was hit by a rolling stone due to the earthquake that occurred and the relic fell into the cliff.

"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.

They laughed, tying me to a tree near the edge of a cliff facing eastward and they mocked me, saying, ‘they were told to make it slow. They left me there to die, tied to the tree, and I didn’t cry, I held my head high and I cursed them all with my final and last breath. “I swear upon my mother’s grave I will split you open.” I whispered these words to myself, refusing to cry, but my body still shook, because I was afraid. I finally cried when the fog cleared, and in the distance, I could see Imperator Seth’s estate, my future home, and I knew he had done this. He had tricked me, taken my hand in marriage, only to kill me, the last of my line.

“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.”