Novel & Cerita The Stars Have Eyes

Felt her heart stop. The Ark was not a ship. It was an eye, opening in the middle of the sky. The eye was made of light and silver metal gears. It looked down at the Ark with curiosity. The eyed man fell to the ground. He was shaking with fear. "The Architect " he whispered. "The one who sent the stars. He has come to collect what we owe him." June felt a pull in her chest. Her blood. Her normal blood. Was starting to glow. The Ark started moving toward the eye like dust moving toward a vacuum cleaner.

And there you are, running away from my question "I roll my eyes and try to rip my hand out of yours. He just holds it harder. "I'm not running away, Suzy. A person used to tell me that each of us has our own universe in our eyes. That staring at a person's face, most of the time, is like seeing the sky above us. "Your own eyes exhibit an incandescent glow as it guides your attention to the open doors. "I have always found too selfish to surrender to death while there are more than 7 billion heavens to contemplate in the world. So, I think that that night you met me, I decided that I needed to fight for any crumb of hope in my life. I understood that I needed to stay alive to look at a certa

"Even though I told her until I was blue in the face that what was flying through the sky was a burning meteor and not an actual star, Mima Liv still claimed that shooting stars were just people waving their last goodbyes." His eyes wander my whole face. I hold my breath in hope that he is actually looking at me like I am looking at him. Frustration soon flashes across his expression and he angles his head back towards the night sky. "I bet the stars listen," I continue to babble as he stays mute. Nate's lack of words is beginning to make me anxious. "We're always wishing on them so it's only polite." I see a tick in Nate's profile and turn my head again to see him grinning at my ammature jo

"Let me do this. Please. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me now." Above them, the stars shimmered like the tears that fell freely from two pairs of eyes.

It wasn't the moon. ​It was a single pulsing eye.

So I have been training with animals all my life? I reach the nearest forest, drop to my knees, and start gasping for air. Tears stream down my cheeks. The reason I thought they were all better is because they're not human. How come I am so stupid not to realize sooner? "Why do you look scared?" I hear a voice behind me. I raise my gaze to see the three stars walking toward me. They're not completely human—their eyes... their irises are glowing in different colors, and their teeth! No, no, no!

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

“They’re gone, Elara. You did it. You saved them all.” ​I looked up at the sky one last time before my eyes closed. The violet glow was gone, replaced by the natural, darkening blue of a spring evening. But as the first real stars began to appear in the clear air, I noticed that one of them didn’t twinkle like the others. It stayed steady and cold—a single red eye watching us from the deep, unforgiving dark.