Gravity Falls Prophecy Novels & Stories

Sarah's POV I could not believe my ears as my mind transformed into a storm of conflicting thoughts. I had long given up on the idea of meeting my mate, even though it was believed that it was inevitable—that one way or another, fated mates would cross paths. I was told that my mate would be the key to curing the chronic illness I had been living with since I was eighteen, according to a healer. However, the news came with a devastating prophecy: I would die within seven years if my mate didn’t mark me. Now, I had only two years left. Two short years before the countdown to my death would hit zero—a fate I had already accepted. Until tonight.

“Ash shall reclaim its name. The heir will kneel where kings refused. One throne. One fall. And the fire beyond choice.” Outside, Emberhold burned in red twilight. Three cities burned beyond it. The Codex pulsed like a heartbeat inside a dying god. And on the balcony, Ceres and Xavier stood hand in hand—unmoving, unwavering—as the prophecy bled into the night. The Eve of Collapse had begun.

Instead of replying, she tsked and shook her head," Marius Fletch, you must think that my IQ is the same as the room temperature. Really? So, a wolf who is known for his greed, cruelty and connivance is to be believed when he says that my mate should not be trusted. I don't know what to say to you other than, if I wanted to smell sh*t, I would have gone to the public washrooms. So..." "I have proof." Marius protested. Saying so, he pulled out a small glass ball. The insides were swirling with a dark smoke as if a voice yearned to come out and speak. Entranced, Crystal wanted to hold the prophecy and extended her hand for it when Erin growled loudly in her head," Blackmagic." Stiffening a bit

"The prophecy mentions two Alphas bound to your fate. One will fall. One will rise." -.

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

I pull Lyra against my chest, forcing myself upright even as the Devourer’s gravity screams. “You don’t get to claim her,” I snarl. “She chose me.” Lyra’s fingers tighten around mine. Her voice becomes something fierce, divine, unstoppable: “And I choose him AGAIN.” The Devourer howls— A sound that splits the sky shakes the ocean and fractures the moon a final time. Then— A single line of prophecy burns itself into my mind, not spoken but carved: When the Devourer claims, nothing escapes. Not gods. Not wolves. Not fate.

When we were small, a witch named Sybil predicted that my sister would not live past sixteen. Since then, every eye in the family turned toward her. All the love in that house gathered around Aurora and stopped there. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, our parents backed her completely. Every scrap of tenderness and every resource they had went to her, while I was left out in the cold, and the things that should have been mine were handed to her too. Even so, I never complained, not once. I knew my sister was someone to be pitied. Then the day of the prophecy came, the day she turned sixteen, and I was the one who ended up poisoned with wolfsbane, of all people, hanging on the e

"If the older thing calls... I can make it quiet forever. I can make the floor stop moving." "No, Leo," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You’ve spent enough." The ground buckled. A new fissure tore open fifty yards away—not a crack in the ice, but a wound in the bedrock. A crimson-black mist coiled out, a gravitational pull that made the Mercy wolves fall to their knees, their lungs failing as the air turned to lead.

The enormity of everything that had happened in the past forty-eight hours crashed over me like a wave, threatening to pull me under. I was no longer just Imogen Lancaster, orphaned outcast. I was the last heir of an Alpha bloodline, chosen by the Goddess herself, bound to three wolves who had once been my tormentors. And somewhere out there, Xavier Silverclaw was plotting his next move, determined to claim me based on a contract I hadn't even known existed until today. My phone chimed from the bedside table. I ignored it at first, not wanting to read whatever new cruelty the pack had thought up. But when it chimed again, curiosity won out.

Blood paints the stones, and the Boundless sigil pulses behind her like a heartbeat. I clutch my head and collapse to my knees, pain blooming behind my eyes. The futures are bleeding into each other, fighting for dominance. None of them are fixed. None of them are true. I can feel it in my bones: the prophecy is no longer holding and it’s because of me.