Gravity Falls Red Head Novels & Stories

Silver gray eyes narrowed in displeasure and Aian huffed. “I said it’s fine.” Kalvin didn’t move and the fingers still carefully probed at the lump on his head. He grabbed one of the hands and forcibly pulled it away from his head, bringing it around so he could bite on the fingers while glaring up at his twin flame. He watched as the man’s eyes darkened and his pupils dilated even more until there was only a small rim of red around the black. They stayed on a dead lock in that moment, neither of them moving until a small ding announced that they had reached the requested floor.

I slept off almost immediately I hit the bed, my mind tired and weary. I saw her. She stood with her back to me on a roof. Her feet were too close to the ledge. By instinct, I reached out to pull her off the ledge but she turned to face me in quick motion. I saw her beautiful face; my mysterious red head. My heart exploded in relief. I’d found her. I reached out to her but she slipped from my hands, took a step back and then fell. “No!” I yelled running towards the ledge. I stared down below and saw her lying in a grotesque position like a doll. Her hair flayed around her, her blood all over the floor and her eyes staring up unseeing; dead. She was dead.

The red-haired woman moved with that same inhuman speed and grabbed the woman by the throat, picking her up easily like she weighed nothing The woman yelped as she struggled weakly against the red-haired woman's grip and I heard the red-haired woman chuckle darkly under her breath before she sunk her claws into the woman's chest and ripped her heart out I screamed in horror at the ghastly sight and I felt that invisible hand tug harder at me The red-haired woman tossed both the now lifeless body of the other woman and her heart onto the floor My chest was heaving up and down as I found myself struggling to breathe

And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires. Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her. The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

She sat in the center of the falling debris, anchored, unmovable. Guller scrambled to his hands and knees. He looked up toward the natural chimney that led to the surface. The light filtering down wasn't the soft blue of the moss anymore. It was red. Thick, viscous red, like fresh arterial blood. The ground shook again—a long, rolling groan of tectonic plates grinding together under immense gravitational stress. "It’s here," Guller whispered. His heart hammered against his ribs, painful and erratic. "God help us." Neoma opened her eyes. They weren't violet anymore. They were black.

In the pouring rain and strong wind that kept blowing as if to shake all the objects around them, that was where the two souls stilled. They did not seem to care about how terrible or cold the night was and stayed there for a long time without any intention of leaving. The only thing that could be seen was that the man bent over and embraced the young girl's body. He leaned the girl's head against his chest and held it tightly as if he was afraid of losing her.

I yell as my bullets find brains. I’m jumped from behind and hit the road with a thud. My skin rashes across the asphalt. I sit up. “Fuck.” I look at my bleeding arm. I raise my head and a fucking smoking hot red head waltzes out of the fighting. She’s bare ass naked. She has flaming red hair with yellow highlights. Her long locks draped over her shoulder. Her eyes glow a red gold color. “My. What do we have here?” She drawls as she walks up to me seductively.

The woman fell to the floor. Thrashing and writhing like a convulsing patient. Pulling at her hoodie like it was offensive. Red hair spilt out, causing gasps and murmurs. Then she went still.

We both watched as the stone continued to crack. “Is that normal?” I asked Serena. “It is! Oh I am so excited. I can finally see my old friend!” There was a loud crash as the stones crumbled, creating a huge cloud of dust and smoke around us. We all watched as a red headed man fell along with the rubble. He shook his head and rubbed his neck.

But her sight was showing her something else entirely. Tyler's voice started to fade as the leaves picked up more momentum. They moved wildly fast and Clea moved back to avoid the storm, but as she did, she could see something... no, someone kneeling in the middle of the storm. It was a woman. A woman whose hair had a mind of its own like the storm, flying above her head. The woman opened her eyes and Clea gasped in shock at her eyes. They were blood red; not just her iris, but all of her eyes. Glowing red.