Pan's Labyrinth Hand Eyes Novels & Stories

The ones of the emerald–eyed woman were as cold as ice! She merely just grinned again like it was normal for someone to have cold hands. But the stare in her eyes definitely passed out a deadly information– that Lyra dared not voice out whatever questions or thoughts she was having in her head about her cold hands. "Hi. I'm Lyra Martinez. " Lyra spoke, breaking the ominous silence that petered on. Her stomach knoted as fright slowly tugged at the back of her mind. She let go of her hand as fast as she'd took them.

As they untangled the truth, the full horror began to surface. “It’s all here,” Maya said softly. Her eyes were wide, her voice a strange mix of fear and awe. The map lit up above the table, floating in the air. It was full of moving parts, so detailed it felt alive and it sent a chill down their spines.Their entire network. The Obsidian Hand’s web, laid out in glowing lines and symbols.

whether you like it or not. Tess felt a surge of fear as the pack closed in, their eyes fixed on her like she was their next meal. The Red Hand, the pack's most feared enforcers, emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an eerie red light. Liam growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "You'll have to go through us first." The imposing figure smiled, his eyes glinning with excitement. "Oh, that's exactly what I was counting on." The pack lunged forward, their teeth bared in a snarl. Tess screamed as the cabin doors burst open, and the Red Hand poured in like a dark tide, their leader, a towering figure with eyes that glowed like embers, locking eyes with Tess

And despite the things we worked out together, I didn’t expect them to start taking effect immediately, old habits take a while to die. Removing one of my hands from his neck, I cupped his face instead, forcing him to look at me. He has such beautiful eyes, a deep ocean blue with golden gilt in them, a sign of the lycan that lays within. “Is everything okay?” I paused, noticing he was looking past my shoulder at the journal on my desk. What was so eye-catching about that journal anyway? Trisha also had that distracting look on her face when she saw it.

Her shrieking screams and desperate yells for help would have warned the entire surrounding area of her presence if there was anyone around to hear her. She continued screaming and hitting the wood for ten agonizing minutes. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a tall, muscular figure blocking the exit. A small sliver of bright light pierced through the ajar door, making her eyelids squinch together painfully. Her hands immediately flew up to cover the sudden, burning sensation in her sensitive eyes. She was briefly relieved that the room was no longer pitch black, but that relief vanished instantly when the massive silhouette finally spoke up. "Now, now, butterfly. I wouldn't like you t

Mechanical limbs fused with organic precision, red sensors scanning, tracking, calculating our every move. My pulse spiked. “It’s back!” Caelum tightened his grip on my hand. “We face it. Now.” The labyrinth roared around us, alive and hungry. The air around us shimmered with tension, thick and electric. Sparks from damaged panels crackled like fireflies in the darkness, casting jagged shadows across the walls. My heart raced, matching the rapid rhythm of the labyrinth’s pulse. Below us, the new adversary moved with terrifying precision its limbs a seamless blend of metal and muscle, sensors scanning every angle, calculating every escape route.

Our breathing stays heavy but slowly begins to calm, our hands are still grasped together tightly. And only once the swishing of wind begins to dissipate from my ears can I fully begin to focus on her eyes, their wide, just as wide as mine. Her gaze is penetrating with concern and a thousand questions all at once, I know because mine are the same. We are both still trembling as we turn our heads towards our hands, still clenched tightly together, the burning now a distant memory as we slowly open up and losen our grip pulling our fingers apart. And that’s when we see it, the Gaia symbol is burnt into the palm of my hand, just like Rainn’s.

His hand pressed gently against the cold glass of the window, before sharply recoiling in pain. His amber coloured eyes peered into the darken room and scrutinised the window that bared his way. Ever so slightly etched into the wooden frame and glass panes were faint runes that no mortal eyes would be able to perceive, even if they had been looking for them.

This is an ancient blood ritual. It is something old world warriors played to spit directly into the face of death. A single split second error, a mild slip of the wrist, and you are crippled for life. The tendons in the human hand do not grow back straight after a heavy steel blade severs them. The Penelope I remember, the girl who used to turn her face away when the kitchen staff gutted fish for dinner, how can she just sit there? How can she accept this madness without blinking? "Is she completely out of her mind?" I mutter, my voice shaking.