Gravity Falls Red Head Novels & Stories

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.

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

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.

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.

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.

I shook my head to face the sky, which the bizzare presence is bit by bit pouring and heavy the ground. “Foun ya!” It's damn say a thing! I can feel my body almost burst to the feeling of heaviness. It as if the massive object fall directly into my soul. I can only shut my eyes and feel the connection I have that even distorted about, I barely use to evade. The growl of a bizzare voice accompany it, then the red-haired appear with vicious smile. “I knew it. You're here, boy!” he kick his way to me and I was shock to the eagerness in his face that I fail to evade.

I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else. He looks up, startled and the blush is back. "I'm sorry," he says softly and pulls his beanie off his head, revealing a shock of red hair. The color reminds me of Carrottop. But Rowen is much more attractive than the red-headed comedian. "I'm not meaning to sound judgmental or anything. I know there is such a thing as groupies. But I've never actually met one, I guess. You're just so different than I imagined."

With the rope untied, Rain fell nonchalantly into the abysmal pit of inescapable demise. Every Rha member's heart sank into crippling anguish. The taste of victory was stained by regret and misery. When Creed saw her tumble into the Valley of Ghouls, his tears turned crimson. The jaws of Agenor and Falco were so tightened that multiple veins on their forehead were apparent. Colt, Nakiya, and Maira all gazed at Wolf with unfathomable rage.

I always want to move higher, higher to the the exact top of the hill, where they were, but I am scared of heights, I've always had this fear of falling, and he was always so high and maybe that's why I wasn't able to reach him, Up high, it so beautiful, so exotic and is filled with so much nostalgia, but when you fall, you fall so hard you hit rock bottom and you will never be able to stand again. My mind was filled with thoughts, as I looked at them with my eyes as red as red can be, because I was trying to hard to hold back the years that filled my eyes, "Ah… This is gonna be a Hassel for me" I thought as I tried to rub my eyes attempting to make the redness disappear, but I knew that was