Gravity Falls Prophecy Novels & Stories

I know that one day I'd have to work towards fulfilling destiny because it would come to a point we all would be fed up and wish for death but I couldn't take it up just yet because I am scared. I am scared that I would let people down. Scared that I won't fulfil the prophecy and die then have no one to take care of the people subjecting them to suffering. I wasn't going to do anything, not until I am brave and powerful to take on her knowing I would win. I wasn't going to take chances with loosing because me loosing signifies failure and suffering and I didn't want any of that. Hey guys,

Elara screamed, the sound echoed through the infirmary as her vision snapped again, dragging her forward whether she wanted to go or not. A small, still, unafraid child stood at the center of it all, light gathered around him, not in chains, not in worship, but in attention. The world leaned in. “No,” Elara sobbed, clawing at the stone. “This isn't a prophecy.” Prophecy came with distance, with choice but this came with momentum and fallout. Her sight collapsed in on itself, slamming her back into her body so hard she tasted iron. She retched onto the floor, shaking, vision swimming as the runes dimmed reluctantly, like embers refusing to die.

As the magic surged and the walls began to crack, one final truth settled deep in my bones. The prophecy wasn’t ending tonight. It was just beginning. Suddenly, she fell asleep

"Helen, I stood up for you. I'm not asking you to forgive me, but please, don't disappear to some place where I can't find you." I looked at them, my frustration boiling over as I massaged my forehead. "Do you even love me?" I asked, feeling drained. They nodded like crazy. However, I just laughed softly to myself. "If you really loved me, why would you try to pull me back down just when I've finally started to climb out of this mess?" I pushed up my sleeve to show the scars on my wrist. Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?"

The pool convulsed, shattered, and exploded into steam. The Collector howled as his body cracked, shadows tearing free. “No! The prophecy—cannot—end—” “It doesn’t end!” I roared back. “It begins with me!” I surged forward, slamming my claws into his chest. Light and shadow flared, ripping through him, consuming every piece. His roar echoed once, twice, then silenced as his body exploded into ash. The cavern shook, walls splitting. Torches died. The prophecy symbols burned white, then faded into nothing.

Aurelia asked. She is beginning to. Aurelia smiled. It was not a kind smile. “So the prophecy wasn’t about love,” she murmured. “It was about replacement.” Lolli growled low. Be careful. Aurelia lifted her head, eyes glowing gold. “No. I’ve been careful my entire life.” The inner world shattered. Aurelia was thrown back into her body with a violent gasp. The clearing erupted. A column of light exploded upward from her, piercing the sky. The ancient stones cracked and lifted from the ground, orbiting her like planets caught in a new gravity. Her hair whipped wildly around her face, eyes blazing with raw, uncontrolled power.

And he fell to the ground like a loose stone. “The great Alpha... finally...” he whispered, trembling, his face pressed against the ground. “The prophecy... the prophecy is coming true...” A second later, all the other priests kneeled, as if struck by a divine call. Murmurs echoed. Praises in ancient tongues. Tears streamed down some faces. Others just stared at the floor, paralyzed, unable to raise their eyes. But a low, guttural growl was enough to silence the hall once more. Absolute silence.

Instead of answering, Ivan picked up a pen from my desk and sniffed it. Sniffed it. He scrunched his nose. “You actually smell like math homework,” he muttered, tossing it back down. I stared at him, completely done. “Are you finished? Or is there more weird behavior you plan on checking off tonight?” His smirk faded. “You’re taking too long,” he said. That caught me off guard. “Too long for what?” “To figure it out. To make a decision.” He leaned back against my bedpost, calm as ever. “The prophecy isn’t going to wait until you’re ready.”

I purred. He was silent for a while, before taking in a deep breath and exhaling. “There’s more to the prophecy than what you know.” My heart thudded. “What do you mean?” Eric stepped closer, his gaze intense. “The Blood Moon. If neither you nor your mother kills each other when it rises, the world will be thrown off balance. The mystics’ powers — the wolves’ strength, the vampires’ immortality, the witches’ magic — will spin out of control, consuming the world in chaos. That’s the part of the prophecy my father doesn’t want you or anyone else to know.”

I insist. My mother purses her lips. "Okay. Just call us if you need anything. Love you." "Love you too, mom." After she closes the door, I lay in silence for a while, my mind wandering. Eventually, I fall back asleep. A few hours pass, and I wake up covered in sweat, panting heavily. It happened! I finally had my first prophecy. My heart sinks, deep in my chest. As reassuring as it feels to have finally had a vision, remembering the prophecy that was just revealed makes me sick to my stomach. I get out of bed in a hurry and pace my bedroom floor.