Stanford Pines Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The blood moon hung low over Ashfang camp, casting an eerie red glow that bled through the towering pines. Shadows twisted and lengthened, the forest around us alive with whispered fears and restless spirits. It was a night heavy with ancient power — and a night that promised no peace. I stood at the edge of the clearing, the weight of the pack pressing behind me, their eyes reflecting firelight and uncertainty. The pup inside me stirred with a steady heartbeat, a steady pulse I clung to amid the growing chaos.

I felt the vibrations of the mountain, the weight of the ice, and the silent scream of the gravity. "Alanza, what are you doing?" Luciano asked, his hand tightening on my arm. "I'm evening the odds," I said. I gave a sharp, violent pull with my mind. The roar started as a low rumble, deep in the gut of the mountain. Then it became a deafening, earth-shaking thunder. The massive shelf of snow above the treeline gave way, a white wall of death cascading down the slope. It swallowed the twin pines. It buried the frozen falls. It erased the heat signatures of the scouts in a matter of seconds.

She took a moment to realize we arrive and she did not waste time to open the door oblivious to our entwined hands. She stopped abruptly looking at our hands, shock visible on her face and I borrowed the same expression. With a flushed face, Bella pulled out her hand stalking out of the car leaving me to wake up Dylan who dozed off somewhere in the ride. Bella's POV Leo caught up to me easily as I climbed the stairs slowly trying not to trip over myself. Why does this goddamned church have so many stairs. Right now I was on the twentieth stair trying to calm my uneven breathing.

He crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The young man sneered, and a gray path order appeared around him. Tremendous pressure filled the ring, and Stanley crashed into the ground. The path order of gravity! It could change the gravity in the surroundings. Due to Stanley’s sturdy build, his body became heavier and crashed into the ground hard when the path order of gravity appeared. However, the magnificent floor was unharmed. The ring made of a great path was very strong!

I don’t know what’s the point with this when it was easier to point a gun than to use a bow and arrow. He asked us to find a partner. For the first time in my life here in the town of Dusk and Dawn, it wasn’t Gelo. I asked Stacy. I thought she was more reachable and fluid than Skip. I don’t want to get involved with Gelo right now. Not because he confessed to me, though it’s one of the micro factors, but because I wanted to ask Stacy for information about the alpha. The trees were at peace when we got out. Stacy pasted the printed paper with a mocked target on a huge tree, thrice my height.

Looking around and adjusting his eyes in the darkness, he could see that he was already in a narrow plain land with bushes on the sides. "Where are they?," he mumbled to himself. "Are they gone for good?" He was so lost in his thoughts that suddenly his world stopped. It was already too late when he realized he was falling from a steep precipice. Muffled screams were escaping from his mouth as he waved frantically in hope to grab something. "AAAHHHH!!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs but it all died with the pouring of the rain. "Is this it? Am I just going to end up like this...?"

​The vertical chasm roared like a living beast, a pitch-black abyss tearing straight through the concrete foundation of the upper medical academy. Four hundred feet below, the high-velocity torrent of the Inner Dome's primary gray-water line surged toward the lowlands, its distant thunder shaking the very floorboards beneath Vivian’s boots.

If we didn’t go now, it would touch him. “Come on,” I said, motioning for Thistle to start descending. Thistle looked down and paused. But only for a moment. With a shaky foot, he started moving down the steep side of the ravine. The side of the ravine was loose stone. The stone slid under our feet. It was almost impossible to find our footing. Half way down, Thistle slipped. Thor caught him, hauling him up like he weighed nothing. “I’ve got you,” Thor said. Thistle clung to him, pale, shaking. I came down behind them, each foot careful. If I slipped, I’d cascade to the bottom. I knew I wouldn’t survive that fall. My breathing turned sharp.

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.

The blackout was not an absence of light: it was a presence of absolute, devouring gravity. Inside the central altar of the Silver Moon palace, the air had reached a state of "Super-Saturation." Every molecule of oxygen was so laden with antagonistic static from the government’s towers that breathing felt like inhaling pulverized glass. I stood between the statues of the Stone Sister and the Mountain Man, my hands trembling as I reached for the central nervous system of the mountain.