Gravity Falls Prophecy Novels & Stories

I replied calmly, my eyes lingering for just a moment longer on the breathtaking view of the sprawling city beneath the massive structure, memorizing every detail of the mortal world I was currently walking within. I felt the gentle shift in the air as he departed, leaving me alone once again. Taking one last deep breath of the earthly air, I stood up gracefully. Behind me, hidden from mortal eyes, my large, majestic wings unfurled and fluttered once, powerful and light at the same time. With one strong push against the wind, I lifted off the edge, soaring high above the clouds, leaving the noise and chaos of humanity far below as I began my ascent back toward Heaven, toward the Golden Kingd

I reached for him, but my hands fluttered uncertainly over him. There was nothing I could do. It was obvious that he was slipping away fast. His body was twisted in an unnatural position and he was struggling to fill his lungs. “Rhys,” I whispered brokenly. “What do I do?” His eyes struggled to focus, but he was looking at me. He took a shaky inhale. In a far away, raspy voice he whispered, “The prophecy.” Before I could do anything, his head dropped to the ground with a thud. The light left his eyes and he was gone.

“Please, don’t do this. I’m not worth fighting over this way.” Jack flinched as he heard the words Jessica spoke, the negativity she surrounded herself with, and he felt his stomach twist at the idea of the she-wolf thinking herself so unimportant. “Any man would be lucky to have you, Jessica, and we will fight to the death to deserve your love.” Lucas snorted at Jack’s compassionate comment, “Jessica, you have been absent for a decade. If you are the one the prophecy speaks of, the future Queen, then your wolf will respond to the alpha’s challenge.”

The prophecy nonsense. Crawl broke the silence first—of course he did. He dropped to his knees and started swiping at the snow, brushing it away like he was cleaning a damn dinner plate. “Crawl,” Wallace said flatly, “what the hell are you doing?” “Trying to bond with the earth,” he grunted. “You heard her. ‘Forge a bond with the earth.’ Maybe if I—” He stretched out and flopped onto the frozen dirt like a starfish. “—I don’t know, merge with it.”

Heat crept beneath his flesh like a second blood. Every time she gasped, his muscles jerked. Every time she moaned, his lungs forgot how to work. Every time she broke out in a louder cry, his vision went white around the edges. And underneath it all, deeper than flesh, something else stirred. The thread of the Prophecy, a resonance he was never meant to feel, thrummed between his bones and hers. Shadow answering Queen. Ember answering Spark. The Devil should have been the third point. He should have been the flame that rose to meet her. Not Apollo’s.

I couldn’t let him catch me. But the forest wasn’t as kind as I thought it would be. I didn’t see the trap until it was too late. The ground beneath me gave way, and before I knew it, I was tumbling, falling into a pit I hadn’t even noticed. The world spun around me, my head reeling, and just as I thought I might black out, something caught me. A strong arm. I twisted in the air, only to find myself face-to-face with him. The man. The Alpha.

she mouthed. The group descended into the Hall of Eclipses, an ancient sanctum buried beneath the Citadel. The ceiling flashed with constellations, shifting with each heartbeat. A single pedestal stood at the center, and on a scroll wrapped in black silk. “The Queen’s rewrote,” Rhys said. “The third prophecy.” Elara stepped toward it. “But the second,” Her fingers brushed the silk pain exploded through her chest. She screamed and threw her head back as her body lit up like a flare. The scroll unraveled in mid-air, words burning across the air in blood-red flame.

Roger reached for her—but she held out a hand, palm raised. “No,” she said, voice rough, possessed. “It’s not done.” And the ground beneath her bloomed warm. Like breath. Like a sleeping mouth. Like invitation. The prophecy hadn’t just blinked. It had opened its eyes. All of them. Jasmine stood... slowly. Her legs unsteady. Her body bare and burning with sex and mud and the full weight of the moon. And still, the earth watched. The fire crackled in reverence. The wolves whispered in awe.

He smoothed down the lapels of his jacket and flattened his hands on the arms of his chair. “Thank you all for showing up tonight, and for doing your part in strengthening our kinds place in the world. As you all know, the prophecy of the moon and stars is one we’ve been keeping a close eye on for centuries. Nox Griffin and Lilac Einar are the two the prophecy speaks about. Together they would unite our kind, and effectively squash us under the oppressive heel of our inferior cousins—the humans.” Gideon snarled and spat onto the floor, while Annika snarled something in Russian. Even Lyra crinkled her nose, distaste marring her regal face.

I closed my eyes trying to get the right words together in order to explain the whole situation. “In order for you to understand what is going on, I need to tell you first a few things. First there is a prophecy made about my reign as Supreme Alpha. When I was a kid, I heard part of it, and I only grasped the part that said that my Luna would be an Elemental Wolf. It also said that a curse will prevent me from identifying her. When I was of age, I started looking for my mate, but as the prophecy said, I couldn't feel the bond. The elders agreed on giving me time to look for a she-wolf that fitted in most ways the prophecy. They gave me four years, that was three and a half years ago. Two yea