The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

Then I put down my coffee, picked up my bag, and took the elevator down to the lobby, where his driver was already waiting. The car moved through morning Manhattan and I watched the city through the tinted window and thought about nothing in particular and everything at once. The fundraiser. Hale's eyes on me all evening. The particular quality of Kenny's satisfaction on the ride home. The way his power had moved through his hands when he touched me. The corridor off the main hall. A man with still eyes is saying you don't have to perform right now. I pressed my fingers against the cool glass of the window. Michael.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

_ __Then it dawned to me, I was the only survival. _ _As I closed my eyes tight... I felt_ _something pulled out my leg._ _I yelled and yelled but it wouldn't stop._ _I looked up and it was Mr Franklin_ _dragging me out with his sharp fangs._ _I was stunned to see that my leg was not hurt in any way._ _As my eyelids closed again... energy, power,_ _flowed into my brain.__ _I had to fold my hands.__ _It was too much and the words flew out;_

Franklin said the person he saw was tall and Henry said the culprit was probably a woman. Did I fucking look in the eye of the culprit, held her hands without knowing??

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Evidence. The car stayed silent. Franklin put on classical music. Strings filled the space where conversation should have been. Marlene wore earbuds. Adrian pressed his forehead to the glass and watched the road slide past. I watched suburbs thin into scrub, then darken into pine. Franklin reached over and rested his hand on my knee. Heavy. Warm. Claiming. “It’ll be good,” he said. The gravel road erased the last stretch of pavement. Branches scraped the doors. My phone lost its final bar. I watched it disappear and felt the cut.

NARRATIVE POV The flames consumed the old cabin, and the smoke filled the forest. Frankie watched from a safe distance away, watching as the fire started to tear down and burned to ruin her final resting place. Who had set the fire? She wasn’t sure, but her three wolves flanked her sides and ensured that no one detected their presence. Frankie hadn’t awoken yet. She was still hollowed and adapting to being physically on earth again. The burning flames flickered over the gloss of her blackened eyes. Her face held no emotion. She watched with a curious emptiness, but could not turn away.