The Hills Have An Eyes Novels & Stories

Atlas said with glassy eyes. I nodded, racing through the flowers and dragging him along, eyes wide in awe as the vast estate filled with flowers. I traced all the flowers, my fingers shaking as if they would vanish and this could all be a dream. I knew my life was a nightmare and I hoped Atlas would stick with me, but it became a fairytale and he was in it. MY prince charming was in this fairytale. “Oh, no,no,no,” Atlas said, wiping my tears. “If you start crying now, your tears will be dried up before my second surprise”

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

Dozens of glowing eyes. Watching us. Not approaching. Not hiding. Waiting. The mountain pulses again. The eyes vanish instantly. Eirik notices my expression. “What?” I shake my head slowly, “they’re spreading.” The realization lands heavily between us. Not invading. Not attacking. Studying. The valley trembles again, father away this time. And somewhere deep beneath the mountain— something massive moves.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

I understand so much in this moment, I think I might understand everything, every mystery of creation, even why God made love for him and sex so close together, and right as the first wave shreds its way down my belly, I open my eyes and see the white and green hills on the other side of the valley through the open chapel door. I smell the lavender and see the wind playing with the leaves and feel the faint fingers of the sun stretching in toward the altar. And it’s those hills I pin my gaze on as the release takes me, takes my body and offers it up to Elijah, to God, to myself. I lift my eyes to the hills. I’m an empty vessel after this orgasm, a chalice holding nothing but the memory of wi

Then, he looked into the distance on the horizon. Maxime’s pupils began to turn red at this point. Patterns that resembled the eight trigrams condensed vaguely in his eyes, which appeared to be quite magical. “What did you see?” Spartacus’ voice sounded in the air again, with a hint of urgency in his tone this time. “The Devil’s Eye! The grass would wither for hundreds of miles, strange occurrences with the Devil’s eyes would emerge, and the road to enter Helsby Mountain would be blocked,” Maxime replied.

unnatural. And then the video changed again. This time, the camera was moving from between what looked like rocky hills. And then a filter appeared. Only the outline of the hills could be seen and then red spots were visible. "This is the infrared view of the insides of the hills. Each red spot is one witch." "Oh Goddess!" Luna Belle gasped. My jaw dropped. Everyone was in shock. I mean I knew all of this but actually seeing it... it terrified me.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

he asked again. "Anything if I do with you, I'll be ready," I said seriously. Then Jack asked me to close my eyes. The wind blows me again for a few seconds before Jack finally asks me to open my eyes. "We have arrived." I mumble. I looked around. Looks a building with a high roof and creepy. Architectural buildings typical of ancient kingdoms that I often see on the pages of history books when I was in school, I really see now. What place is this? could it be that in the modern era like now there are still houses that look unique and ancient like this?

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.