The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

The kind of choice that ruins lives beautifully. My eyes move again, landing on Lucien Blackwell. The vampire heir stands beside the crescent fang symbol in complete stillness. His inky black hair falling slightly over his amber eyes, his features sharp and unreadable. Everything about him feels controlled, deadly. Even from across the room, he unsettles me. Like standing too close to the edge of something deep enough to swallow you whole.

Sleep takes me fast. And for the first time in six days I dream. Not about stone walls or grey light or masks. About a hall. About light coming through windows that have been closed for sixty years. About a man at the end of it... waiting.

“Come back.” Something shifted. The voice stopped. Franklin’s body went completely limp. I caught him and held him and lowered him to the floor and put my hand against his face and said his name and kept saying it, and the room was quiet and the mansion was quiet and outside the security was still making their rounds completely unaware of what had happened inside the walls they were guarding. His eyes opened. Properly. The eyes I knew, confused and present and carrying the particular quality of someone returning from somewhere they hadn’t chosen to go.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

When Hailey realized that she wasn't being watched anymore, she immediately turns around. She gets a glimpse of a set of arranged travel bags in the trunk of Mr Franklin's jeep and is very curious to know what is inside. The men were obviously trying to secure those bags. She was no fool to the charade. Mt Franklin , still engrossed in his conversation by the door post, turns around and meets the curious eyes of Hailey. A flash of surprise crosses his eyes but he's quick to cover it up from years of practice. When Hailey met eyes with him, she froze. Not a good kind. She was very scared as she knew that Mr Franklin wasn't good news. In a split second, she takes into a sprint, running as fast

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

Once Elliot entered the park, his dark eyes instantly fell on Hayden who was standing by a bed of flowers. Perhaps it was because of his sharp gaze, but, whatever it was Hayden looked up and met his eyes.

A sense of fear engulfed me so much that I shivered, I could not look over my shoulder. “Seems you held up yourself”, a rich deep voice like honey floated at me. Turning around slowly, I came face to face with the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. They were gray, with specks of blue in them. Looking into them felt like I was looking int the vast beautiful skies. Beautiful long golden lashes framed those icy eyes. They belonged to an even more beautiful face. He was sculpted like a demigod. His pale skin, almost like mine, was soft and rich like milk. His golden hair fell into his eyes slightly and his lips… oh, my heard skipped a beat looking at those beautiful full and soft red lips.

Franklyn seemed excited, standing over me and smiling. My lips curled in laughter, my shoulders shaking. The pain in my head was excruciating but I wouldn't let Franklyn feel any bit of satisfaction. When he noticed I was smiling, his smile disappeared and removed the safety in his gun, aiming at me. “I wonder if you'd still be able to laugh when you are six feet under.”

You will die by my hands today," she said as she moved closer and drove the sword down my belly. "Argh!" I cried out in pain while she looked me dead in the eyes, pushing the sword deeper. "Remember this face in life and death," she muttered slowly. "Remember this face in pain and regret. I hope you don't forget." Whatever it was that held me still, finally released me, and I touched the spot which was pierced through, feeling my blood. I fell to the ground, life slowly seeping out of me, till my eyes closed. - Franklin -