Gravity Falls: Northwest Mansion Mystery Novels & Stories

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

ADRIAN’S POV The mansion was no longer a fortress. It was a hollowed-out skull. I sat on the floor of the East Wing nursery, the darkness of the room pressing in on me like a physical weight. I hadn't turned on the lights. I didn't want to see the empty crib or the rocking chair that smelled like a life I had failed to protect. I sat with a bottle of bourbon between my knees, my tuxedo jacket thrown in the corner like a piece of trash.

I had to know everything about Celeste. There are places in the house that breathe when no one’s listening—walls that remember things, corridors that whisper under their breath like old gossipers who’ve had too much to drink at the party. The temptation won over my chilling fear. It was past midnight when I slipped out of my bedroom again. The mansion was asleep, or at least pretending to be. It was filled velvet sort of silence you get only in places stuffed with too much guilt and not enough windows. I moved like I’d been doing this my whole life—one foot in front of the other, hand trailing the wall like a blind girl rehearsing her helplessness. Which, ironically, was getting more exhaust

I might need to go to the mansion's gym later because I think I'm getting out of shape. Once I finished my meal, I brought it to the sink and decided to wash it since I was shy to leave it there because the sink was clean. People here were disciplined. I think I've figured that out when I first went through Master Zorylle's booby traps. I climbed back up to the second floor and ignored Macky's harsh remarks about the game. "Who in the world trips over bermuda grass and twists their ankle?!" I smiled and silently climbed the stairs. This mansion feels so normal. Unlike the Nirvana mansion where you could see my former sisters casting spells everywhere.

I don't get the chance to analyze her further, because she holds me over the edge, nearly dropping me from the top of the Mansion. My eyes widen at the distance. The Mansion, that's synonymous to a castle, is approximately ten meters high. If I fall from this height, it's instant death. I don't even remember how we got to the top of the mansion; it's like we teleported. Below, on the fields of grass, I spot the rest of the ghouls, waiting. They look like ants from this distance, waiting to gather around and eat me up the minute I fall. "Please, don't hurt me."

Allura blurted without looking at Knight and Raven before she pushed open the heavy door, making it fling open with a heavy noise. There were four bathrooms plus a dozen rooms on the west side, and they checked one after another. By the time they finished with the mansion, there was only confusion and hesitation left in Allura's eyes. "What's wrong?" Knight caught her unusual look acutely. "The angle went too far..." Allura finally looked up at Knight, her eyes watery with utter horror in them. Knight's heart fell-- It WAS the Hogan's mansion. The angle went too far because they had passed the correct spot, and the only possibility was what was in between.

"And four guards." "Fine." Cassie agreed. "As long as we're seen." Friday evening, North pulled his car up to the front gates of the Red Mansion with no interruptions. He frowned at the state of the compound. He walked up to the front door and knocked. The door swung open immediately. "You're late," Cane snapped, ushering him inside. "It’s barely 4 p.m." North said, looking around the dusty foyer. "Goddess, Cane, this place is creepy."

Once set loose, they destroyed everything in their path. I racked my brain finding the weakest spot to get into the mansion. Making my way to the northwest corner of the Villa, I noticed it was just one guard surveying the entire area. An easy target for a man of my many talents. I could hear the commotion from within the walls as my heart palpitated rapidly.

"The world will still be broken in the morning. He helped me as I lay back slowly and closed my eyes, the oxygen hissing in my nose. As I drifted off, I dreamt of a bridge. It stretched over a void. I was standing in the middle of it, watching the pieces behind fall away into the dark. Five hundred miles away, Roman Crescent suddenly buckled. He fell to the concrete floor, clutching his chest. The psychic link to his pack’s wealth had just vanished. the fortune that had sustained their legacy for centuries. It felt like a cold blade being pulled through his heart. He knew that, without a phone or a lawyer, Elara had pulled the final trigger.

I couldn’t remember. There were certainly no Prince Charmings around here. Perhaps I’d gotten stuck in the villainous version of the story. Fuck, I was starting to go insane. But seriously, this place wasn’t right. Earthquakes? A secret blood-dripping hourglass? Roses in the middle of winter? Everyone in this mansion was keeping the truth from me. I could feel it. I pulled on a knee-length, fur-lined coat, grabbed the books, and stepped into the frigid hallway. Voices reached me from the bosses’ office at the far end, growing louder as I drew closer. I ignored them and walked on by.