Grunkle Stan Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I reassure myself quietly. A soft groan coming from the floor pulls our attention and we all peek down at Vanessa who is trying to get to her feet. Her legs are wobbly under her, and she falls back on the floor. Grace chokes back a giggle that she tries to disguise as a cough while she watches Vanessa struggle to stand. “What do we do with her,” Grace nods in her direction and I can see her eyes begin to glow with fury as she looks at her.

“You still have time to worry about each other. Let’s think about that once we get back home.” “You are right. Let’s go back. Can you remember the way out?” Lance lifted his chin and said, “Of course. What do you take me for?” “A man who almost lost his consciousness after seeing a ghost.” “Hey! That… It’s your fault. Why were you crawling in the ground by the way? That was creepy.” “I did not crawl. I fell.” “With your hair down?” “That’s because of gravity! Have you ever seen a person fall with her hair turning upward?”

I thought about what Zoe said, it couldn't be my grandad, could it? In the middle of the night, I woke up. I heard some movement downstairs and then a shrill scream followed by some more shrieks and screams. I got so scared. I put the blanket over my head as if it would protect me. Then I heard someone coming up the stairs, I tightened my fingers around the blanket. Then I heard my door creak open, I slowly lifted a teeny tiny bit of my blanket to see who it was. It was the man with his mouth full of blood and his eyes were glowing....... It was my grandad

The sound of a billion tons of durasteel surrendering to gravity didn't start as a crash. It started as a groan that vibrated through the marrow of my bones. Inside the subterranean Thermal-Sync Hub, the heavy tungsten walls began to buckle inward. Above us, the five-mile-wide sphere of Neo-Angeles was in freefall. The localized anti-gravity repulsors had completely died when I severed the thermal feed. "We have to move, Ghost!" Dax yelled, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me away from the central console. The catwalk groaned beneath our boots, the metal screaming as the ceiling of the bunker began to fracture, raining dust and chunks of blackened iron.

The hum changed pitch. And the pull twisted— not outward, but downward. Ronan’s stomach lurched as the floor beneath them shifted. Stone split with a deafening crack. Kiera screamed silently as gravity gave way— and the chamber opened beneath their feet, swallowing them whole.

Tangled together. Then, the door swung open. “Well, that explains the grunting,” Isla deadpanned from the doorway, her gaze sweeping the room with razor-sharp disdain. “I came to tell you not to fuck her—” My blood turned to ice.

"Do you really think he’s changed, Atlas?" I didn’t have an answer for that, even though I didn’t think Rowan was a bad person anymore. At some point, Frank started helping me with my physics homework, leaning over my notebook like we were back in middle school. To my surprise, he was better at it than I thought—patient, providing little doodles and metaphors that made the concepts stick in the silliest ways. "So basically," he said, sketching a crooked stick figure on my notes, "if this guy jumps off a cliff, gravity’s gonna have a blast. That’s Newton’s way of saying ’you played yourself.’"

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."

I twirled myself on the leather office chair, thinking of a strategy to cash in an important business deal. Unsuccessful, I stood up and moved to the glass window that overlooked the skyline of New York City. I felt powerful being up here, where I saw everyone like tiny ants. Where I felt invincible in the horrors of this world. A loud bang on my door snapped me from my thoughts before someone barged into my office. “DON’T YOU HAVE— “I started shouting, only to turn to see my father. Embarrassed, I began, “F-father I-I thought you were…”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.