Gravity Falls Lumberjack Ghost Novels & Stories

I looked at his shocked face and, in front of him, I ripped the Moonlight Flower from the earth. I stuffed the petals into my mouth, biting hard through the bitter juice. Then, without hesitation, I fell backward. Behind me, the cliff plunged straight down.

Ghost is restless, wanting to get out. The cafeteria is too much. I need air, I need to move. I go straight to the woods. As soon as I cross the trees, I rip off my shirt. My body is shaking, ready to shift. My wolf comes out, big, white, with glowing gold eyes. Ghost…….We run.

Laura was still not answering any of my calls forever, and between the Umbrella man’s complete silence and my woman’s disappearance, I didn't have any idea what to make of anything or where I fucking stood! It was like the ground had been pulled away from underneath me and I was tottering in the air looking like a damned Walmart version clown. “Heck, that's not any way to ask a gentleman to-” Ghost started, scratching at the thin stubble on his chiseled jaw before I cut him off, not having the patience to hear the joke through.

Ice crawled along the ground. The wolf licked it’s muzzle. I waited, ready to freeze time, as it geared up to lunge at me. The second its feet left the ground something slammed into it, knocking it into a tree that froze upon impact. Ghost’s wolf shimmered into existence, coaxing a sigh of relief from my lips. That sigh was short lived.

Might be an illusion or reality warp spell. The van stopped for a while and suddenly, we went down the steep hill. Eve was screaming, while Louise is clinging to my arm for dear life. I also heard masculine screams from the boys which made me lightly chuckle. The breathtakingly deadly hill was conquered and now we’re back on land. But I noticed that we weren’t moving forward, we were moving downward. “Guys, it’s quicksand,” Gab announced. “What?!” Eve shrieked. “Someone has to go out and levitate us!”

the apprentice said gratefully. As they arrived at the Land of Ghosts, another great force came upon them. In an instant, everyone’s spirits were shaken and caught. Among them, Zephyr, who had the strongest spirit was even caught up in it. A strange, deadly air wafted their surroundings, before stirring into a surging shockwave, shaking and disorienting everyone. They started to feel dizzy, slowly losing their consciousness.

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

Hue hissed and glared at the telly when it went through glitches again, trying to cut off the connection to the other telly. He approached the glitching telly, and bloodlust loomed from behind him. “Keep connecting me to the space of that room. If you dare to deny my entry, I will break you apart with my bare hands!” He intimidated the helpless object as he reached out, ready to grab it. Alas, before he could climb through, somebody pushed him away. The handsome man fell to the floor, rolled away like sushi. He managed to stop himself from rolling further as he clawed the floor and got on one knee. Just imagine a squirrel landing on the ground in a heroic stance.

Then, the world exploded. Girard tackled Marcel with the force of a landslide. The impact was so violent it sent a shockwave through the floor, cracking the tiles and sending me flying into a pile of discarded lab equipment. I hit the ground hard, the air returning to my lungs in a jagged, painful gasp. I didn’t have time to recover. Two Ghost Wolves, their bodies half-formed and weeping violet fluid, crawled toward me, their jaws unhinging in anticipation. “Stay back!” I screamed, reaching for my Glock.

One of the Ghouls, the largest, nearly seven feet tall, had skin the color of dead leaves, and heavy thick claws and fangs that were so over developed that some talons curled and some of the fangs shot strait up through its own snout. The second Ghoul was smaller at only about six feet and had flesh the color of cardboard. It also now had a giant knife handle sticking out of its brain that was leaking a furious fountain of blood down its face and jowls to mix into the black goo that dripped thickly from its jowls. Ezekiel glanced away from the disturbing sight, glanced at Brandon and shook his head. “Were not running nowhere....were going to the Grand Lake.” Brandon panted, his eyes dancing