Gravity Falls Tourist Trapped Novels & Stories

With a final, desperate heave of the shifting mountain, the entire floor of the mine shaft tilted forty-five degrees. Judicator Trevor, still clinging to the melting moonstone override rod at the edge of the pit, let out one last, screeching laugh before the granite shelf beneath his boots broke away entirely. He vanished into the subterranean volcanic river, his plate armor turning white-hot before the red current swallowed him whole. Elena felt her own boots lose their purchase on the wet clay. She began to slide down the steep, slick incline toward the spinning vortex of fire and liquid stone, her fingers finding nothing but loose gravel and hot ash to hold onto.

We all grabbed the rails. “What was that?!” Chase barked. Another explosion—below us. A plume of smoke rose from the turbines. Then the walkway lurched. Chunk. Chunk. Piece by piece… the bolts securing the path began unlocking. Jax swore. “He’s trying to drop us!” We ran—hard—feet slamming metal as the walkway shuddered beneath us. One section detached behind us, plummeting into the chasm with a metallic scream. I didn’t look back.

Every instinct in me screamed that something was wrong. “Isabella, move!” I shouted, but it was too late. The ground opened with a deafening roar that vibrated through my bones. A hidden trapdoor gaped beneath me, waiting patiently for its prey. And I was the one it caught. Isabella reached out for me. Her fingers brushed mine, barely, and for a second I thought she might actually reach me. But gravity was merciless. It dragged me down faster. I wanted to push Isabella back off but instead, she dived straight to me without a moment of hesitation in her eyes.

"Look how much fun she's having now—she was being so dramatic before." "I think she passed out. Seriously? Is it that intense?" But this time, the tower didn't stop after its ascent. Below, visitors erupted in terrified screams. "The ride is malfunctioning! Someone's been thrown off!" The base of the tower spun out of control, and by the time I was flung out, seat and all, I had already lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I met Belinda's swollen, red eyes. "Myla, I'm so sorry. I failed you... I couldn't protect you..."

CRACK. A fissure appeared in the pillar. It started at the base and shot upward. It passed right through Kaelen’s frozen prison. The ice split. Water gushed out. Kaelen fell out of the ice. He hit the burning moss. He rolled. He was blue with cold. He wasn't moving. "Get up!" I screamed. I let go. I fell ten feet to the floor. I landed on my good leg and collapsed. I crawled to him. The fire was closing in. The Ancients were circling panicking trapped by the flames.

The boiling black water, the silver pods, and the hundreds of 'descendants' were sucked into the massive, lightless void of the lower excavations. ​The girl’s scream was a digital screech that tore through my mind before she too was swept away by the rushing torrent. ​Killian grabbed the tower railing just as the scaffolding began to tilt. "We have to move! The whole rim is collapsing!" ​I hauled the twins to their feet, dragging them toward the stable ground of the upper ridge. We scrambled out of the chasm just as the Great Rift swallowed itself, leaving nothing but a jagged, smoking hole in the earth and a silence so deep it felt like the world had stopped breathing.

[The Reflection of Blood] The world did not end with a bang, but with the roar of ancient water and the groan of shifting stone. As the floor of Ta Prohm collapsed, swallowing the moonlight and the jungle air, Panni felt the terrifying weight of gravity. She fell into the dark, the scalding sulfurous steam of the Angkor Vault rising to meet her.

Some kind of purgatory? I kick at it and it flies away stretching its wing span to its fullest. Relief washes over me that it didn’t manage to peck the cliff side off this time and I can rest, giving me an opportunity to find out where the fuck I was. I rest my head back only to hear a quark above me and look up to see the damn crow holding a huge rock boulder in its claws. “Not even possible.” I whisper as the crow drops the rock, knocking the cliff edge at my feet. The impact makes the cliff shake and the side is ripped off, crumbling away as I am again falling into the abyss.

Panic surged through me as I tried grabbing something that I could use to hold myself up but all of my tries were to no avail. With a loud cry, I tumbled backwards, falling down to the chasm below me with the loose earth I once stood on. Time seemed to slow as I fell, the rushing wind whipping past my ears and drowning every other sound. I looked up and sighted through the cluster of falling earth, the three guards still standing at the edge of the hill, shouting my name. Before I could register their expression, I plummeted into the plunge pool, all sound immediately cutting off as I hit the water with a violent splash.

Apparently, even the insane asylums were made to be beautiful and regal. As soon as my full weight came down on the garbage bag, my leg sank through the floor with a crunch. I knew our evening of spelunking in the abandoned building had instantly taken a dire turn. The ground is literally swept from underneath me, and I fell over the collapsing floor in a blur. Screaming Randy's name, I flailed my arms out in a desperate attempt to snatch hold of something to stop myself from plummeting down to the level below.