Gravity Falls Red Head Novels & Stories

The redhead’s eyes darted between the two of us, widening with a brilliant cocktail of fear and desire. I positioned myself directly in front of her face. Sinking my fingers tight into the roots of her red hair, I shoved my cock deep into her mouth without a single ounce of gentleness. She choked instantly. The sheer size of my head slammed straight against the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She tried to flinch back, but the hand cuffed around her neck was an unyielding wall of iron. I dictated the pace, face-fucking her mouth in a relentless, punishing rhythm. Tears welled and spilled over her eyelashes, smearing her makeup as she desperately fought for air.

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

The rain cloud over his head grows darker by the second. Matt and Zeke are crumbling over their heartbreak. However, a red hot rage is turning my insides to molten lava. Mars taking control, our eyes landing on the person we blame the most for our Fireball leaving us. Her bright red hair appears in my vision, her heterochromatic irises gazing back at me.

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

Gravity reversed. I was slammed upward. I hit the ceiling of the cavern, fifty feet up. Stone cracked against my spine, knocking the wind out of me. Then gravity snapped back to normal, and I fell. I smashed into the obsidian floor with enough force to shatter bone. I groaned, rolling over. My healing factor was already knitting my ribs back together....snap, crack, pop......but it hurt. "Is that it?" Heriberto mocked, floating down slowly. "I expected a challenge, Alpha. You are just a dog with new tricks." I spat black blood onto the floor. I looked up at him, letting my eyes bleed fully red.

Grabbing the sill, she wormed her fingers across the thin strip of wood, gaining enough purchase to pull herself up. Feet scrabbling against the wall, Red's shoulders almost levelled with her wrists, all she could see was a huge expanse of blue sky; It's horizon jagged with the tips of an evergreen forest. 'Just a few inches more,' she thought with hope, 'and I might be able to see some landmark, or a road, or even people.' For the third time, however, Red's arms gave out before anything useful came into her line of vision. Sliding down the chilly tiles, she rubbed her hands on the soft jersey of her pants.

He looked at his tablet, the data scrolling in a frantic red. "It's a Gravimetric Resonance," Rhys gasped. "He's using the spear to increase the local gravitational constant $g$ by a factor of four." $$F_g = m(g + \Delta g)$$ "Elara... if he hits $10g$, our hearts will stop pumping blood!" "Not if I break the anchor," Elara roared.

Her skeletal fingers, coated in decaying flesh, reached out and tangled in my hair, pulling a handful of strands with a sickening tug. My hair, once a fiery auburn, seemed to lose its color as it passed through her grasp, turning into a deep, charcoal black. I watched, paralyzed by fear and fascination, as her own hair—a rich, glossy red—grew vibrant before my eyes. The transformation was mesmerizing and horrifying all at once. Her bones creaked and snapped as they reset, while her torn and rotting flesh slowly began to mend itself. With each passing moment, I felt more drained and exhausted, as if her power was sapping my very strength.

When they took out the object that was in the bag, I wanted to vomit so much. It was a decapitated man's head. You could say that she was still fresh with blood still flowing, but what caught my attention was her eyes.His pupils were red and the rest was black. Oh no, they killed a giant! "So you probably understood what he is, but do you know who he is, Your Majesty? By intuition that I hoped was false, I knew exactly who this man was. I swallowed and asked who he was.