The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

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.”

- Franklin - My body felt very weak and I could barely lift myself. Frederick kicked me with his foot and stood over my head. "You can never be able to stand me, Franklin. Never," he said as he pulled out his claws. I closed my eyes and waited. I heard a growl and was not sure it came from him. It sounded some distance away. He must have heard it too and it got his attention. I opened my eyes and saw the wolf. The first thing my eyes fell on were the eyes of the wolf. Entirely white.

“You do realize you just got engaged, right? Don’t fall too deep too fast! Keep your eyes open and see him clearly first.” Unexpectedly, Karsyn, looking utterly smitten with heart-shaped eyes, gazed at the person sitting across from her. “Too late, I’m already in too deep!” Britney looked at her hopeless expression and sighed. “I’m giving you a serious warning—Franklin is not someone you or I can easily figure out! He’s deep and calculating. So, once again, be careful!” She was just short of grabbing the utensils on the table to threaten her. “Relax! Your dear sister here has titanium-alloy-enhanced eyes—I see everything clearly!” Karsyn pointed to her own eyes. “Besides, he hasn’t done anyt

But not a lot. I go over to the restroom to wash my face. I need some shock. Stepping in front of the sink, my reflection glares back at me. I've been sleeping enough, but my eyes look red. And my skin is pale. I look like a sad dog. My ochre eyes like dirty dishwater. Leaving the locker rooms, I walk to the bleachers. More kids have shown up, and I see that Dane, Pike, and Jack have moved to stand near where we gather when Mr. Hilliard makes us.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

My eyes momentarily shifted to a group of vultures circling a tall tree, their calls filling the air. Curiosity piqued, the lady confessed, "I have never seen one before." There was a hint of longing in her voice, a desire to explore beyond the confines of our jungle surroundings. "Heretic never allows us to leave this jungle," she added, her tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Why?" I inquired, eager to uncover the reasons behind our confinement. However, before I could receive an answer, Heretic returned, a black nylon bag in hand. The lady swiftly stood up, a hint of apprehension in her movements.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Franklin strode into the bar, slid a wad of dollar bills across the counter, and said, cold and flat, “Mix me something strong. I want to get high. Keep the change.” He turned, eyes sweeping the room, and muttered under his breath, anger tightening his jaw. “Christy thinks she’s the prettiest girl in the world? I’ll show her. She’s not all that.” “Your drink, sir,” the barman ventured. Franklin pivoted, grabbed the glass, and threw it back in one go. He scanned the bar again and spotted a pretty woman at a corner table. “Call that lady for me,” he told the barman.

He rubbed his eyes because he thought he was seeing a ghost or a spirit that was sent to punish him for his crimes. "It cannot be her because I saw her go under the dark water with my own eyes and no one can survive a fall from that height into the rocks. I am surely going crazy just like my Alpha if I think that a dead girl is running through the trees in the middle of the day," Frank whispered. He moved a little bit closer and his heart started to beat very fast against his ribs like a trapped bird.