Gravity Falls Lumberjack Ghost Novels & Stories

I don’t even want to. The floor is hard beneath me, his shirt sliding up higher as his hand works my body like it was always his to command. His breath is heavy against my ear as his fingers circle me with deliberate, torturous slowness, dragging me higher each time I try to hold back. My nails dig into the carpet, my chest heaving. I don’t even try to hide the sounds leaving me now. He’s wrung me out too much, broken me down too far. “You’re shaking again,” Ghost growls, his lips brushing my throat before his teeth nip at my skin. “Every fucking time I touch you, you fall apart faster.”

"No, Ghost," "Let's go," Leelie laughs. Ghost falls on the floor and howls as if I were trying to hurt her. "Oh, my god," "Ghost, shut up. You're so embarrassing. I am never bringing you here again," I say grabbing her by the harness. She began to struggle against my tugging and nips at my hands. When she scrapes my wrist I let go. She runs back over to the glass where the cat puts its paws on the other side rubbing her head against the glass. Ghost continues to howl.

"Please, Lissa. I'm terrified, you know!" Elissa smiled even more. "And I don't want to be hugged by you anymore," she grinned. A creaking sound was heard. Edgar fell silent. His eyeballs darted to the side, trying to see what was there. Slowly, he looked back and was surprised by a white figure on top of the cupboard. "AAA!" Edgar screamed. He grabbed a chair and threw it at the ghost with strength. Right at that moment, Fritz came out of hiding. He aimed his revolver. Instead of successfully shooting, Fritz got a windfall. The chair that Edgar threw did not hit the ghost but Fritz.

literal ghost music, echoing faintly through the air. “Rule number one of ghost dancing,” he said, sliding toward me dramatically, “you don’t walk. You glide. Glide like you are in zero gravity with swagger.” I laughed despite myself. “Swagger?” “Yeah. Ghost swagger. You have got to float like you own the damn afterlife. Now... hands up, shoulders loose.” I copied him, sort of. “Good,” he said, circling me. “Now imagine your feet are smoke. You don’t step... you drift. Like this.”

It spews a cloud of noxious looking fume, making Van choke. “And as for the hourglass son, you will win a price if you beat that,” Grizzlebark added. Now what does Grizzlebark meant? He has no time for that because he is falling down. His size returns to normal as he plummets towards the ground. CRASH! His landing is nothing smooth and potentially lethal. But there is something about the flower’s fume he inhaled that kept him in one piece. “Hi,” he said to his startled friends.

EMBER Not a roll this time, but an explosive crack that shook the apartment hard enough to rattle the lights and punch the breath clean out of her lungs. The floor jolted. Something above them groaned, wood complaining in a language too old to argue with. Ghost moved instantly. He shifted his stance, turning his body without thinking and placing her fully against his chest, one arm braced over her shoulders and the other tight at her waist, shielding her, grounding her, angling himself between her and the ceiling like he could personally negotiate with gravity.

' Lucas looked up at the Three Thousand Crying Ghosts’ Punch and Frozen for Nine Days. He realized that it was an Earth Ranked Skill! Without thinking further, Lucas fused the Three Thousand Crying Ghosts’ Punch with Biggy's body and Frozen for Nine Days with Scarlet's body. At the moment, it was almost time for him to head out. Lucas placed the Apocalyptic Legion back into System Space and walked out of Zombie Forest. Lorelei was sauntering back and forth around Zombie Forest. Her pale face seemed worried. "Your Honor, he has come out!" the Rank 7 Evolved One shouted.

I had to settle for holding his hand. The gloopy sounds of a transformation began. Bones broke and rearranged. The bear disappeared, and a mountain of a man took his place—a bearded, very hairy mountain of a man. “I’m here to see the Colonel. You, Esmerelda?” I nodded, and a low growl vibrated in Ghost’s chest. “Don’t mean no harm. He said you keep tearing up his lawn with your witchy skills.” He chuckled. “That man loves his lawn. The name’s Boomer.” “This is Ghost, my mate.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I pointed at the poltergeist. “Pick up that pipe! Fix the Dorm 401 door for me. It’s been clanging all night! Are you trying to keep me up all night or what?!” I herded the stunned ghosts down the stairs like I was chasing a bunch of chickens. Once we reached the slightly warmer first-floor lobby, the ghosts quickly recovered from the shock of discovering their granny was a hidden powerhouse. Their shock was quickly replaced by affection and a feeling of security. They circled me like little cubs who had finally found their anchor.