Season 2 Gravity Falls Episode 1 Novels & Stories

“Don’t think about the terminal velocity or the way the ocean will feel like concrete if we fall. Look at the Isles. Visualize the landing. If your mind wavers for a single heartbeat, the bridge shatters, and we all become ghosts of the Great Ocean.” ​As the Mother-Hive’s primary tractor beam finally locked onto our coordinates, the sky didn't just darken; it turned a nauseating, necrotic shade of deep purple. I felt the pull—a cold, numbing sensation that tried to lift my very soul out of my body. It wasn't physical gravity; it was the "Sequence" attempting to "re-index" my consciousness, a digital hook dragging through my spirit. My vision blurred as my brain struggled to process two confl

Grace coughed again. “Almost there, hang on…Don’t drown on me now. There’s no use rescuing a damsel if she drowns in the process.” Grace gave a laugh. “I’ll try not to drown.” Her legs wobbled as her feet struck the muddy surface. She fell to the ground face first. “Urg…”

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Zayden jerked his head up A car was stopped right in front of him. He tried to swerve, but the wet, icy road betrayed him. The tires lost grip. The steering wheel spun under his hands. The vehicle skidded across the slick pavement Then everything flipped. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The world turned upside down. And then... Silence. Cold. Dark. The snow outside continued falling, calm and steady… as his crumpled car lay still on the side of the road. *****

The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air, and for a moment, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Just as I was about to leave, my gaze landed on the bank of screens. Something caught my eye. One of the cameras wasn't transmitting. I frowned, walking closer to investigate. My mind began to spin. What had happened? I was sure all the cameras were transmitting before my fall. Had any of my team members seen this? I tried to access the camera's backup footage, but it was unavailable. What was going on? I wondered. Was it a glitch... or something more? I was in the middle of trying to find out what had gone wrong when the door swung open. Grayson wal

As my body grew colder and colder, Monica's cruel curses faded along with my breath. When I opened my eyes again, every memory from my death rushed back into my mind. Monica, the person I had once treated like family but had ended up killing me, was sitting right in front of me. I had been reborn. And just like in my previous life, once Monica's mother, Lorelei Newman, found out that she had secretly been dating a guy from a modest background, she immediately set up a blind date out of anger. Monica was beautiful, and she had become a model after graduating from the arts academy.

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.

On the opposite building, the mass of zombies pressing the line had ripped the anchor right out of the drywall. The line itself hadn't snapped; the wall had. Hayley plummeted with Griffin on her back and a rainstorm of zombies falling with her. She really wanted to curse out loud. Was Griffin some kind of disaster magnet? The fall lasted barely over two seconds, and the speed only increased. Hayley reacted in less than a blink. She looped the line around her hands again and again. The cable whipped downward. Szzzt! Friction sparked across her palms, burning even through the protective gloves. The heat stabbed deep into her skin with a drilling pain.

Evryn's world shattered as the ground gave way beneath her, the very foundation of the rift crumbling like sand under a tidal wave. Her body plunged into darkness, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and despair. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t gasp—everything was silent except for the deafening rush of wind as her descent continued, endless and cold. Time seemed to stretch on, her limbs disjointed, her mind unable to grasp anything but the terrifying uncertainty of the fall. Was she falling into the depths of the rift? Or had it opened some kind of portal to another place—another world?

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.