Wendy X Dipper Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

“Even if you will enter the black hole, I will follow you till death.” “I am not surprised anymore, Wendy. You even followed me after life. That’s some dedication over there.” “Wendy? Who’s Wendy? Are you crazy?” “I don’t care anymore whoever you are. You both looked the same. The same disgusting face.” And before the fight could light up, Asphalt and Code Nine jumped onto Wendy, “Now, go, Xiao! We will try our best to protect you! It is our responsibility!” they released an automated rope which made Wendy immobile for a short period of time.

"Stop," Wendy glared at Dea, intensifying the tension in the room. The physical touch from Aiden's girlfriend conveyed a strong force through Dea's body. She glanced briefly at Wendy. The woman's furrowed eyebrows and forehead, fiery eyes, and tightly shut mouth all indicated a volatile situation. Dea understood what Wendy was feeling. 'Always something,' Dea thought.

Anya could hear the smile in his voice over the COMS. Damon held the girl tight around the midsection while he, from what she could see, checked their harness every few seconds. Rope fed into the pulley lugging them toward the safety of the chopper and Anya counted each second that ticked by. Death Valley was a steep drop of over four hundred feet to a ragged bed of rock. One slip or frayed rope and no one would survive. The depth of the cannon also meant rappelling down wasn’t an option. The cameraman zoomed out, highlighting how far off the ground they hovered.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."

She started pushing the swing faster every time. “Waiiiittt!! Stooppp!!!” I don’t have that much strength to keep on holding. When my hands finally slip, like watching a slow-motion video... I can see myself falling headfirst on the ground. I closed my eyes as I wait for the impact... yet, I can feel myself floating? “Aww! Airel! We are having fun here!” I heard Dania complain, before opening my eyes to see myself floating a few inches above the ground.

Up became down; the limestone floor below them seemed to retreat into an infinite distance. "The Prism, Eva!" Xander yelled as a wave of "Kinetic Friction" threatened to throw them off the lattice. "Use it to anchor our weight!" Evangeline held the small Prism against the larger structure. She didn't use it as a weapon; she used it as a Harmonic Anchor. By matching the vibration of the Prism to the specific "Rotation Frequency" of the rings, she created a localized pocket of stable gravity. They were "climbing the music," moving along the invisible lines of the sound waves themselves.

Grady cleared his throat causing Saraid to shoot him a glare that made him immediately step back. “My Queen, I mean no disrespect. Are you sure you are strong enough to perform such magic?” She shared a look of understanding with the two men, “I won’t know until I try.” Saraid got Wendy settled into a spot on Graten’s futon. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders as Graten offered her a glass of water. “Wendy, do you remember how you got here?” Staring at a spot on the rug in front of her, Wendy nodded her head and began to speak as if she were in a daze.

It was spring loaded, so once the seal on the end was broken, it pushed the sedative into the target, requiring no further contact from him. "Wha-what did you do?" Wendy's head snapped up, and she stumbled backward, holding her arm. The injector fell to the ground, lost in the deep shadows. "Nothing." He held his hands up. Five... She swiped her arm and looked down. Four... Her knees buckled, and she sat down hard. Three... Christ. She was going to cry. Two... He opened the gate, and she held out her arm as if to fend him off.

He disappears from sight. Mia's body is hanging off the roof. Her feet are in the air. Her dress is torn. Liam is on the ground, flat on his stomach, his arm extended over the edge, his hand locked around her wrist. His body slides forward. Gravity doesn't care about strength or determination or the specific, desperate grip of a man holding onto someone who is dangling above a twelve-story fall. His torso crosses the edge. His center of gravity shifts. He's going over. I don't think.

He swings over. He wraps his legs around me. We are two spiders in a web. He enters me in mid-air. "Oh god," I gasp, looking down at the fish swimming below my feet. It is disorienting. Vertigo and ecstasy. We swing together, pushing off the air, grinding against each other in zero-gravity. "We're flying," Alex whispers. We climax as the sun starts to dip, painting the water in gold. We hang there, tangled and spent, while the tide comes in.