Grunkle Stan Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Stella said, "Gravity and inertia can make your lips stay on mine for more than two minutes, I can understand!" "Uh..." RK felt that it was the stupidest lie he had ever said. He had never lied. It was the first time he had done so, but it was such a terrible lie. It was really amazing. "In that case, to prevent inertia and gravity from making you do something ridiculous, I will go up first." After saying that, Stella got out of the car and went straight to her home. As she ran, she wiped the tears from her eyes. After running into her house, she leaned against the wall and sat down.

For the Gutter. ​He sprinted toward the wall. At the last second, he leaped, his hand snapping out to grab a protruding pipe. He didn't just pull; he used a Gravity-Snap. He momentarily inverted his own weight, launching himself upward like a stone from a catapult. ​He caught the edge of the roof just as a Stalker lunged for his fingers. ​Leo didn't pull himself up. He swung his legs, his heavy boots catching the Stalker in the chest and sending the powdered figure hurtling sixty feet down into the plaza.

The Gray Children would die. The Titan squeezed my throat. "Call him," the Titan whispered. "Call the Sun Bringer. That is the mission. Scream, Wolf." I looked at the blinking light on my wrist. I looked at the Titan. "No," I wheezed. I reached down. I pressed the Decline button. Then, I smashed the comms unit against the Titan's armor. It shattered. "He's busy," I choked out. The Titan paused. It seemed confused. The bait hadn't worked. "Then you are irrelevant," the Titan said. It opened its hand to drop me. But I wasn't just hanging there. While it was gloating, I had reached into my vest. I had pulled the pin on my last grenade. Not a frag grenade. A gravity grenade. One of Leo’s prototy

They jumped. The feeling was not like falling. It was like being pulled through a straw. The gravity power caught them. It wrapped around their bodies like a invisible blanket. The air was thick with smoke. They shot past the floors of the hospital—the baby ward, the cafeteria, the library. All of it was now broken metal and dust. They hit the bottom with a sound. The gravity power had cushioned their landing. They were in the core room. It was glowing with a toxic orange light. In the center was the gravity engine. It was spinning fast it looked like a blur of light.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

My mind was so full of him—his presence, his power, the way everything had changed because of him, the way he was effortlessly arousing me—that I forgot to watch my step. Bad luck struck at the worst moment. The janitors had just cleaned the floor. It was wet, if not full of water, and slippery. The moment my foot touched the edge of the staircase, I lost my balance. My body tilted forward. I slipped, crashing down the steps. My limbs flailed, my clothes soaked in the soapy water as I tumbled down, swimming through the watery stairway all the way down. The world blurred. Pain exploded through me with each hard impact against the staircase.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

The morning light barely touched the cracked blinds of the tiny office. Dust floated in the air like old secrets. Brandon stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, staring at the peeling paint and the water stain that looked vaguely like the Hughes Corp logo. “This is it,” he muttered. “Ground zero.” Julia leaned against the doorframe, hair tied messily, a cup of cheap instant coffee in her hand. “You sound like a man planning to launch missiles, not a business.”