Gravity Falls Stan Pines Novels & Stories

She didn’t forget to reassure that the branch where the nest lying was strong enough and unbreakable easily. “Ouch!” Qeiza screamed. When she got down, she was a bit careless. It caused her slip before she could stand on the base of the branch. Qeiza kept directing her gaze at the maple leaves that had changed their color. They were getting more beautiful in the fall. However, when her body was sliding fast following the gravitational pull of the earth, Qeiza closed her eyes. It’s better for her not to know how far she fell down. All of that was meant to keep her from thinking about the pain she would feel when her back hit the ground covered by the fallen leaves.

The submission wasn't to me—it was to the power she couldn't understand. "Load up," Killian commanded, his voice final. The trek was brutal. The Weeping Ravine was named for the constant moisture that dripped from the moss-covered cliffs, making the ground a treacherous slurry of mud and rotted leaves. For hours, we moved in a single, long line. I stayed in the middle with the children and the wounded, my hands constantly glowing with a low, silver heat to soothe the aches of the elderly and the fear of the pups.

People walked on pristine sidewalks free of cracks or holes, most with briefcases or cellphones pressed to their ears. Traffic thickened and thinned, becoming smoother when the two lanes we drove down opened up into four. It was at this point the trees began to multiply into densely packed forests, and the magnificent buildings grew scarce. During the drive I snagged Elijah’s phone and looked at the first map I could get my hands on. The Nightfall pack was named for the starry sky that overlooked the bowl-shaped valley it rested in, and was known for its Redwood trees, which stood taller than any other in the world.

"Get us to the tree-line." ​As the SUV roared to life, Leo looked back at the Miller Tower. It was no longer pulsing red, but it looked broken, a monument to a family that had tried to be gods and ended up as orphans. ​The Cabin in the Pines: ​Three hours later, the rain had turned to a thick, mountain mist. The SUV groaned as it climbed the unpaved trail toward the highest peaks of the Silverwood valley. Here, the pines grew so thick they choked out the light of the city below. The scent of damp earth and pine needles was so strong it made Leo’s wolf-half stir, a low, deep rumble in his chest that he hadn't felt since the fight in the Hall.

"We're almost there." Through the trees, I caught glimpses of a sprawling structure—weathered gray stone and dark timber, designed to blend with the forest rather than stand apart from it. Whispering Pines Estate. The name had seemed innocuous in reports, but now it loomed in my mind like a designation from a horror story.

Adamson pushed him aside angrily and carried my father to the helicopter, waiting to ferry him to the hospital. Before they took off, Adamson gave me a look of approval. I clicked a button to end the livestream and this entire farce. After I smashed the water pillar and saved Gwen, she tried to curl up against my chest. Her lips trembled so much that she could barely form a full sentence. “That was terrifying, Weston… If you actually died before my eyes, I’d live the rest of my life in guilt.

I reassured him. We spent most of the afternoon wandering through the Valley. Gregor showed me some places I had not yet seen. One place was particularly beautiful. A glade surrounded by ancient Tamerrin Pines, the oldest species of tree found in the empire. They stood thousands of feet tall, and their trunks were so large you could build a house inside them. Winding around the pines were the elegant and enchanting Amora vines. Their heart-shaped leaves hid a tiny pink bud until nightfall, then the buds would emerge and fill the forest with a surreal pink light. Running through the glade was a small fork of the river, and at the northern edge was a dazzling, three-tiered waterfall. “I have n

Although Ike struggled to stay awake, he did agree that JP kept his emotions and the fire calm. As the air got colder, the cooler air had him focusing. The six of them started to climb up a wide rock staircase on the closest side of a small mountain. The guards that had followed them stayed at the bottom. All around them was water, and there were no sides or railings to the steps. One move to the left or the right, and they would fall into the dark, murky moat. Ike lifted his chin and tipped his head as they marched. His heart beat a little faster when he spotted the Panchen Fire Shrine.

“The external sensors are being fried by the static discharge. I’ll have to manually plug the logic core into the pillar’s nervous system.” ​I looked at the monitor. The Sky City, a magnificent sprawling complex of white marble and gold plating, was tilting at a dangerous fifteen-degree angle. Great plumes of white steam were erupting from its base as the gravity anchors snapped one by one, trailing through the air like the broken tentacles of a giant jellyfish. ​“It’s too dangerous to dock, Thorne,” I warned. “The turbulence around the central pillar will tear the Pathfinder apart. You’ll have to jump.”