Gravity Falls: Northwest Mansion Mystery の小説・ストーリー

He didn’t rise from his desk, but his enthusiasm was evident. “But seriously, what did you do? You were glowing not long ago. How is it gone now?” "I honestly didn't do anything. I was just sitting down, taking in the fresh air, and trying to get myself all calm and collected. The garden, with its meticulously trimmed hedges, vibrant flower beds, and a serene fountain at its center, was the perfect place to unwind. The soft hum of the fountain's water and the scent of blooming roses created a peaceful atmosphere. It didn't take more than 10 minutes after you left for me to notice something was different. On my way back to the mansion, which loomed grand and imposing with its tall, ancient st

“She’s in Verte Monde, but do not worry. Everything was put back in their right places. I’d be back there with her in no time. Anyway, I pass through to introduce to you my cousin, the one who manipulated the misfortunes of Allyssa.” Madame Maida glared at Maziar who was in total shock. She hold him by the arm, and with her eyes turning black, she whispered a command. Maziar fell deep in her enchantment, and I was surprised how fast he climb the tower. Once at the top, he mindlessly throw himself in the air, only to be grabbed by the gravity, and he fell mercilessly from the hundred-foot edifice to the cemented ground. I heard his bones made a sound crack while the impact of the fall spared

What did he pay you? His hand stopped. "I don't—" "To keep me under while they cut out my pup's marrow. To end my bloodline." I turned my head. He stepped back. "What was the weight of the gold?" His shoulders sagged. He thrust release papers at me. I marked them with unsteady fingers. "Stay through the waning moon," he murmured. "Your spirit is barely anchored." "I'd rather walk into blizzard than breathe here another hour." I gathered my blood-stained clothes and walked out. My legs shook, but rage kept me upright.

Eyes filled with gratitude met Emma's, and the mansion's atmosphere seemed to sigh with relief. With the mystery unraveled, the ghostly figure dissipated into the night, leaving behind a sense of serenity. Emma emerged from the mansion, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on her face. Ravenwood, once shrouded in the mystery of the haunted mansion, now bore witness to a tale of love, loss, and the enduring power of discovery.

Many other celebrities were rushing to wish them well. A wave of uncontrollable hatred suddenly overtook North. It overwhelmed her rationality. “Turn around. Head to Royal Sights Residences.” Arriving there half an hour later, North rushed out of the car and sped to the second-floor study. She clearly remembered that the agreement was in the drawer, but she failed to find it even after half an hour. North straightened up, but she hit her head against the edge of the desk. The crash made her head spin. She lost her balance and abruptly fell into a warm embrace.

---------------------------- Merliah's Point of view. -------------------------- I glanced at my window near the terrace’s door. My eyes were fascinated by the moon that looks like a phantom silver plate hanging in the forlorn sky. An orb that specifically shines in the darknest, as pure white as white pearls. Suddenly the door to the terrace opened, and the curtain moved as well. I saw a shadow, I felt a chill starting to climb on my skin. Who climbed into my room on the second floor of the mansion? Is it a kidnapper or a ghost?

Her feet left the ground as he carried her the rest of the way, his breathing heavy but controlled, every step deliberate even as the stairwell cracked and dust rained down around them. “I’m slowing you down,” she whispered, panic creeping in. He didn’t look at her. “You’re the reason I’m still moving.” They burst through a service exit just as the final detonation ripped through the heart of the mansion. The night exploded into light. Fire roared outward, windows blowing in a storm of glass and flame. The ground buckled beneath their feet as the Moretti mansion began to collapse in on itself, years of power and secrecy folding inward like paper.

I just guessed they were all wondering what had happened to the power source. I tiptoed and of course I was extremely careful and as sneaky as I could be. I followed all the directions and descriptions the maid had given to me carefully so as not to miss my way or just wonder around unproductively. Finally, I reached the north wing. I had never set my eyes on this part of the mansion ever. I soon saw a camera but luckily for me it wasn’t turned on but I still needed to be fast and careful because I knew that if I was unlucky and the lights came on, I was going to be downfall.

--- That night, Amara couldn’t sleep. Riccardo’s story. Dante’s silence. The agency she still couldn’t contact. Everything pressed down on her at once. She needed answers. And answers existed somewhere inside this mansion. Carefully, she slipped out of bed. The hallway was silent as she moved through it, retracing earlier steps. And there it was again. The hidden staircase. This time— no interruption. No Mason. No guards. Amara descended slowly. The lower level felt completely different. Modern.

The polished floors reflected the dim moonlight spilling through the curtains, but the vast halls around me were swallowed by shadow. My fingers brushed against the cold, smooth edge of the door frame as I edged toward the exit. A small smile flickered on my lips—maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night I slipped away unnoticed. Then, without warning, the lights flickered once—and died. Darkness slammed around me like a closing trap. I froze, breath caught in my throat as a cold shiver crawled up my spine. The mansion’s eerie silence was shattered by slow, deliberate footsteps. They echoed through the vast corridors, coming closer—too close.