Gravity Falls Red Head Novels & Stories

“Let me get the image from her mind. Don’t push her or she’ll die before I can extract it.” I clench my fists but back off. I want to scream at this woman, demand answers. But Bella’s right. She kneels opposite me and presses her hands to the Red One’s temples. A wave of thick incense fills the air—so strong it nearly chokes me. Bella shudders and collapses backward. Gregory catches her before she hits another corpse. The Red One turns to me. “Mate?” she asks. “Yes,” I say. My voice is hoarse.

Tarloh asked. "Not . . . really," Jane said as Red slowly lowered the girl's feet to the ground. But as Red began to let go, something strange happened. Jane wouldn't let go. More specifically, her hair wouldn't let go. It seemingly wrapped itself around Red's arms and shoulders and gripped with incredible strength. Red looked around at the hair that was encircling her. It seemed to grow and strengthen as needed. "Oh . . . kay," she said. "This is new."

It wasn’t going to be long now… I looked down at the ground and watched as the ground beneath me turned completely red. It was like standing in a river of blood. It flowed freely in the snow, heading towards the slope before taking the plunge downward to meet the waters of the Jharna, turning it a dark pink it color. But I didn’t see the end of the waterfall. Everyone said it just plunged into hell, or that there were some kind of rocks down there that would crush us to death if we ever had the misfortune of falling down.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Amber asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Alek flicked his eyes up to her and said, "I still can't believe you're a natural redhead." 'What?' "Yes, I'm a natural redhead. What does that have to do with- oh my God don't tell me I forgot to shave!" Amber instantly bent her head to look down between her legs, she looked back up at him in relief when she spotted the tiny strip of hair that she always leaves. Amber never liked going completely bald, she always left a little strip.

“Did I mess with him a bit too much?” Red Rose wondered as small beads of sweat filled her forehead. She sported a wry smile as she watched the Blood Golems fragment into chunks of rock and blood and merge into one whole. Before her eyes, a large Blood Golem that was over 8 meters tall was formed!

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.

He growls and removes his hand that was around my throat. I don't know why but I did what he told me to do and got on my knees. He walked like a predator until he stood in front of me. “I'm not a fan of redheads but there's no way I'm letting Ghost have you,” I slowly brought my head up until our eyes met and my eyes widened when I gazed into his red eyes. I closed my eyes to try and calm myself down, reminding myself they are just contacts. I really need to stop reading so many fantasy books they are really getting to my head.

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.