Stranger Things Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Kaelen threw his claws into the stone, fighting the gravitational pull, his eyes wide as he watched the floor beneath me disintegrate entirely. Derek, still gripped in my hand, laughed as the shadows began to wrap around his legs. "We're going home, Leah." The stone beneath my boots crumbled into dust. "Leah!" Kaelen lunged, his outstretched hand barely missing my fingers as the gravity dragged me downward. I fell backward into the freezing, weightless dark, the grand ballroom and the world of the living vanishing above me as the stone doors of the inner sanctum slammed shut, sealing us in the deep.

“Word of the Dark gods: Gravity” Quinn couldn’t even stand anymore, he sank to his knees, with Orion who was on the floor. They both watched Tony stand unfazed by the increase in gravity. “Before I kill you, just tell me what Zoi is planning. I can promise a painless death at least.” The Unnamed laughed continuously, that masks rotating and resting on one with a look of horror. “Death is not the end for the Unnamed. It is but a beginning.”

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Why has everything in my life suddenly become so complicated? First there was Eros and his secrets. Then there was that strange feeling of being watched constantly, as if invisible eyes were always following my every move. Then there were those confusing, vivid dreams that felt too real to be just dreams. And now… this stranger in hoodie, a dead cat, and a threat of death. Wait a minute… Is it possible? Is it actually possible that every single strange thing that has been happening to me lately… everything from the beginning up until now… is connected to this one person? To this mysterious Mr. Hoodie?

STRANGER THINGS It's still dark when I glance out the window, a furnace warming my back and when I turn, I find Grayson still sleeping or pretending to when his eyes slide open finding mine. His hands reach over pulling me closer to him because somehow we're able to be closer than just flesh meeting flesh. My feet draped over his thighs, chest crashing against his flat one, his fingers threading through my hair. "You're awake. " "So are you, " He responds. "You're also still here. "

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.

Vicky spat. “ It's annoying just looking at them!” Grace took her seat and hissed. “ It's okay, don't let it get to you!” Sonia whispered. “ I guess she's head over heels already!” Grace spat. Lena stood there still wondering what was happening, she couldn't hear everything because she had Airpods on and now being choosed by Jayden felt weird. She turned to Mrs Tom and was about whispering to her but Mrs Tom took another step aside. Obviously avoiding Lena.

I was swallowed up by what he was doing, what kind of nonsense he plans to do. He brought his face close to my ear which alarmed me. I can't seem to speak. I could feel his breath in my ear which made me shiver. "Be ready in the falling game", he huskily said and licked my earlobe. I am shocked at what he did but before I could complain, he had already left in front of me and was already walking away from us. "What does he say? A falling game?" I asked in my mind trying to comprehend it.

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.