Gravity Falls Prophecy Novels & Stories

And if he never woke, The prophecy would die with him

“Don’t pass out. They say if you faint during his speech, the thrones remember it forever.” Seraphine hissed, “The thrones what?” But the Headmaster's next words silenced her completely. “The stars have aligned again. A prophecy long thought to be lost awakens. And among you stands the one who will tip the scales of this world.” The words vibrated deep within her, resonating with a truth that chilled her to the very core. For a terrifying second, she thought every glowing eye in the room turned to her. Suddenly, her eyes locked with the Four across the hall.

“The prophecy that foretold the King’s downfall, and of the true heir’s rise to the throne.” “Tell it to me,” I demanded. “The King, he commanded us—” “TELL ME,” I repeated, rolling off as much power as I could to override Tobias’s command on the Beta. He quoted the prophecy to me immediately, “‘It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.’” My mind was reeling with all the information he had just given me. A prophecy? A curse?

"Come on, old woman, I'm waiting!" Before she began, she took a deep, exaggerated breath. "The prophecy states that the chosen one is the Alpha, born with the gift of telekinesis. He shall be mated to the seventh daughter of the Sun God, Helios. Together, they shall be the most powerful rulers of the supernatural world. They are destined to bear a child that will inherit all the powers of the Sun God." She gazed at me with an expression I couldn't read. "That's it?" I questioned. I felt like there was more to the story than she let on.

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

Tenderly, I reach out to touch one of the dancing, rotating discs, and I see it again. The long and winding red whisp, but it's circling the discs, dancing to the beat, jerking in tune with them. I don't want to touch the door anymore, instead, I need to grab onto this line, pull hard onto the red strings of fate, but someone pulls me back. It is Seth. "What are you doing to my defenses? This is to keep us safe while we sleep," Seth says. "I was only—" "Why were you staring at it for minutes on end?"

Gabriel looked at Clayton, watching him calming down, before looking at Lily. “Atticus had never learned to keep his big mouth shut. That’s what got him into trouble in the first place,” he drawled sarcastically, making some tsking sound. Then his eyes soften. “You really are Cat’s protégé.” “I’ll deemed that as a compliment,” she stated. “I meant it as one,” Gabriel retorted with a smile. He turned to Clayton and gestured him to walk beside him. When Clayton finally, did, he looked up at the bright sky, gathering his thoughts. “Word had already gotten around that the prophecy will be coming in full circle.”

"Asher, please wait..." A sharp pain spiked through the neutral ground and dark energy flared again, it was stronger than before. My eyes snapped open and the prophecy vision flashed once more. It was clearer this time. There were blood and a scream. One of us was falling. The corruption was fighting back faster than I expected.

He yanked the door open and stepped into the stairwell, leaving the impossible burn behind. Across the city, in the cold silence of a holding cell, Elias Thorne sat with his head in his hands, waiting for the storm he had failed to stop. And in a forest thousands of miles away, a father named Cuthbert was already smiling, sensing the first ripple of the energy that had just transmuted a Chicago helipad into a monument. The Prophecy wasn't coming. It was here. And it had left a signature that no amount of rain could ever wash away.

"'Project Selene... Failsafe Protocol... The Barzil Mutation is unstable. The energy output will exceed biological containment.'" He paused. His finger traced a line. "'To prevent planetary fracture, a grounding agent is required. A negative charge to balance the positive infinite. A sink for the source.'" He looked at me. His glacial eyes were wide behind his lenses. "'The Scentless One shall bridge the broken sky.'" "It's a prophecy," Viggo said. Looking at the mural with awe. "No," I said. My voice trembled. I walked toward the wall. "It's not a prophecy, Viggo. It's a schematic."