Old Goldie Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"What if she actually jumps?" "It's fine. That pool's barely waist-deep. She won't drown." And someone as scared of dying as Mom would never really do it. Sure enough, her call came right on schedule the next day. This time, she was smart enough to call during the day. As soon as I picked up, she started sniffling. "I can't live like this anymore. I don't understand anything people say here. Anya, come get me. I've lost four pounds in a month!"

But, why was he putting my baby's life in danger again and again? My eyes were shut tight, and I was holding my breath. The time ticked by in slow motion…one second….five seconds….twenty seconds….one minute. Wasn’t gravity working? It shouldn’t have taken so long for the impact, should it? I opened my left eye slowly to see a glint of golden light. My eyes snapped open when I realized that Goldie had created a dome of Golden light over me to protect me. The debris was levitating above the layer of light. It was as if Goldie was waiting for me to move away. I scrambled quickly to the corner.

He tries to stop her, but the girl best friend is too tired and annoyed to care. She really left. "Damn it!" Gold plops down on the ground, closing his eyes. He needs to calm down first. To be honest, he's irritated at himself and not with Cleo. His partner is actually pretty good; it's him who's having a hard time executing the steps well. Gold is bad at multitasking. He's confusing the steps in this performance with the moves in Mr. Song's class. "Cleo, I'm sorry..." Gold instantly stands up when he hears someone enters the studio. He looks back, but instead of seeing her strawberry blonde hair, what he sees is Kolya's pretty face.

His lips parted, a whisper escaping: “…Maeve…” Her breath hitched. “Cade? Cade, I’m here—” But suddenly the shard shot a beam of golden light straight into the floor beneath them. The ground trembled. And then— It opened. THE FALL The floor cracked beneath Maeve and Cade like glass under pressure. A glowing fissure split open, spiraling outward in jagged rings. “What—no—NO—!” Maeve grabbed Cade tighter, but they were standing on collapsing ground. It gave way beneath them.

After that, she made a turn on the grinder and fell down, just like Alex and Phoenix. It was so deep down there that it was pitch-black. She fell straight down. It was until a certain moment that she saw a golden light. It was a person emanating golden light. Jade Benmore! That was right. That was Jade, the Golden Titan goddess of the new generation. It was hard to tell if she was lucky or unlucky. She was caught in a gray mist. When she fell down, she fell right into this grinder. Hence, she had long passed through the grinder and entered this place.

And as my pod entered the atmosphere of Earth, glowing like a falling star, I felt a new pulse in my blood. The "Hybrid" stone at my throat—the one I thought was destroyed—began to glow. Not red. Not silver. It glowed a deep, regal gold. As the escape pod screams through the clouds over Aethelgard, Zora hears a heartbeat that isn't her own. It’s coming from the gold stone. And then, a child’s voice—cold, ancient, and terrifyingly familiar—echoes in her mind. "Don't cry for the Wolf, Mother. He's exactly where I need him to be."

Fatima called after us but she didn't follow as we disappeared into the dark passageway with Golden's life literally in our hands. The tunnel smelled like mold and old concrete while we moved through the darkness with only Brock's phone flashlight to guide us. I could hear water dripping somewhere in the distance and feel the weight of the earth pressing down from above like the whole structure might collapse at any moment. Golden made a small sound against Brock's shoulder, something between a whimper and a cry that made my chest tighten with emotions. His little hand clutched at Brock's shirt like even unconscious he was searching for something to hold onto.

Gravity chose to wake up in my arms at that very moment. She blinked her eyes open, taking in the surroundings, before realizing that she was in some sort of entertainment venue and trying to wriggle out of my grasp. "Slides!" she exclaimed, climbing a wooden ladder and sliding down a slide on her back. Cherrie set her chin above her fists in a curl, grinning wider. "Oh, how cute." Wholesome, my ass. She had no idea on what side of Gravity I had access to-the one where I had an appetite for seven extra-large pancakes and belting "Firework" straight through as a burp.

Her words are almost sarcastic but still hold a serious tone. I look down and see my hands are covered with gold. An awfully gooey, dripping golden liquid. No matter how hard I wipe it, it stays there. Looking even more down I see the grass where I've been laying seems to be frosted with this gold. "What's happening?" Leigh and I both ask in shock. As the wind sways other grass touch the gold and go gilt.

But cleaner and Smarter. And now, Meekey needed a way in. She walked the length of the alley, counting exits, memorizing shadows. Then she doubled back, waited until the van disappeared, and walked straight into the gym like she belonged there. Inside, it smelled like sweat, bleach, and testosterone. Guys were sparring in the ring. Music bumped low from a speaker in the corner. No one paid her much attention, just another girl from the block probably looking for her man. But she wasn’t looking for any man.