Season 4 Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

Through the dinner-plate viewport, the moonlight on the underside of the waves is a roof of beaten silver, close enough to touch, already pulling away. “We’re not going to a battle,” Sarah says, to nobody, to the controls, as she opens the valves and the sea takes us. “I’ve been to a battle. You come back from a battle. We’re climbing into a grave ten kilometers deep, and we’re pulling the lid shut over our own heads. So. Everybody hold your breath like you mean it.” The silver roof closes. The light goes. And the Nadir-04 begins to fall.

Beside her, Elias looked out toward the horizon, where a trail of white, spectral shapes was moving across the valley floor. "They aren't ghosts, Rhea," Elias said, his voice a low, melodic vibration that made the silver-reeds at the water's edge tremble. "They’re 'Echoes'. The memory-harvest in Sector 4 triggered a cascade. The ancestors aren't just staying in the roots anymore; they’re manifesting in the atmosphere. The pressure of the 'Sweetness' is so high that the past is literally spilling over into the present."

Forever. The question haunting me: Who won't make it back alive? And is saving Luna worth losing someone else? Drop your theories! Who do you think dies? Tell me! Chapter 48 is the BETWEEN PLACE chapter and it's going to break your heart! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

Isabelle's throat burned to ash, her mouth terribly dry from the luscious horror in his speech. She could definitely envision that dark emerald stare wandering her visible form with undisguised lustful intent, judging and eliminating each possibility judged insufficiently appealing to his discerning tastes. An haughty archangel mercilessly judges her every mortal endeavor to court his favor. She clenched her thighs convulsively once again at the image's pure sensory strength, silently condemning the reaction he managed to elicit in her without ever setting eyes on her in person. When she eventually discovered her voice, it was low and scratchy around the edges. "I suppose I can endeavor to..

Spilling everything out. Give women what they want and they will sell their soul without an ounce of remorse. The slapping of the skin against skin echoed around the room, along with the noise of her hole soaking down his shaft. He waited until she was on the brink of the edge. Hanging . Eager. “ Where will he be tonight? “ “ He..He has a deal.... behind the.... new building... Azile hospital….ohh…yeeesssss” . He thrusted hitting her g-spot one last time and she screamed out. Her mouth parted and toes curled when wave of orgasm hit her body.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

"Follow me." The group is heading toward the heavy, reinforced door that leads to the Grayson subterranean levels. Master Marcus Sr. has gripped his walnuts again—click, click, click—as the temperature in the hallway begins to drop. Will the "Healers" find a physical cause for Chloe’s collapse, or will the "unclean" energy of the Grayson history prove to be a poison that even they cannot neutralize?

"I'm... I'm back." "You're whole," I say, smiling. Harlan looks around the mindscape. He frowns. "Almost," he says. He points to the distance. There, standing alone in the white void, is a door. It is heavy, black iron. Chains wrapped around it. It is pulsing with a red, angry light. "What is that?" Alex asks. "The fourth fragment," Harlan says, his voice trembling. We walk toward it. The air gets colder with every step.