The Hills Have An Eyes Novels & Stories

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

It was not a tattoo from the look I wish I could see it closely. Just as I thought about it I felt like my eyes sparked ,my pupil enlarged,it felt like it took almost my entire eyes . My eyes zoomed on the girl. But where it zoomed I really did not want to see them.I only could see two hills and a valley. For one day I had seen enough boobs and pussys. I moved my eyes to the mark. It was really difficult to focus because of her movements.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

CALI'S POV I got the window seat in the plane and I was very thankful because looking at the clouds made me at ease. I took a deep breath. I had no idea about what I was going to do when I got to New York. I was alone and now I was a rogue wolf. I placed my headphones on my ears and closed my eyes. Travelling from L.A to New York was five hours and I knew it was going to be a long five hours, so I decided to get some sleep. I was just about to drift off into sleep when my nose caught a scent. I ignored it because being a werewolf, you tend to smell everything at an heightened rate. I opened my eyes and scanned the plane for whoever or whatever I thought I smelled. The person's scent was so s

she added, her voice a whisper. Henry wanted to gently push the lady. However, his body won't cooperate as he is hypnotized by her tantalizing eyes. In the quietude of the room, amidst shadows that danced like whispers, he stood enraptured, caught in the gravitational pull of her gaze. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, held him captive like a moth drawn to a flame. In those depths, he saw galaxies swirling, mysteries unfolding—a cosmos that defied the laws of reason.

Third Person's POV Atticus reached through the window and carefully lifted Harris before pulling him out of the window. Atticus kissed Harris' lips before threading their fingers together and turning away from the castle. Atticus took a breath in and let it out as he let his eyes scan the rolling hills that he dreamed of seeing again. They were still just as beautiful as he remembered. “I missed looking at these hills.”

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

Eliza smiles at her, “Hazel, wonderful to see you. I need to check in with the second.” She grins and her teeth are all pointed, and her purple lips peel backwards creepily. Her nose was small, pointy and upturned, and her eyes that looked almost too large for her head, are iridescent compound eyes that bulge out of her skull with no eyelids. Her long whiplike tongue flashes out and licks them clean. Ash does his best not to flinch as she seems to be staring at him.

Beyond that, only black hills rising like broken knuckles against the sky. The road narrowed. Asphalt crumbled to gravel, and dust spat out behind the tires in curling streams. “There,” Ethan said suddenly. The driver slammed the brakes. Gravel shrieked under the wheels, the car fishtailing once before stopping hard at the base of a barren hill. Ethan was already out, boots hitting stone, coat snapping in the cold wind. The air tasted of iron and fuel. His eyes cut upward. The hill loomed, stripped of softness. No greenery. No forgiving earth. Just a body of dirt baked hard, jagged stones scattered like shrapnel, the surface pale and raw under the moon. Wind hissed across its face, dragging