Behind Evil Eyes: Lone Soul-less (The Caravan Tales, #1) (eBook, ePUB)
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In a world that judges the monstrous by the shape of their teeth and not the weight of their soul, one figure walks between myth and memory-ageless, unseen, and hunted. His is a name whispered through ancient fear, not for what he has done, but for what he is allowed to be. In the shadows where others see danger, he finds silence. In the dark corners of forgotten roads, he finds freedom.But freedom, for a creature without chains, is not the absence of pursuit-it is the curse of remembrance. And while mortals sleep beneath warm blankets of belief and delusion, he walks among them, a specter of ...
In a world that judges the monstrous by the shape of their teeth and not the weight of their soul, one figure walks between myth and memory-ageless, unseen, and hunted. His is a name whispered through ancient fear, not for what he has done, but for what he is allowed to be. In the shadows where others see danger, he finds silence. In the dark corners of forgotten roads, he finds freedom.
But freedom, for a creature without chains, is not the absence of pursuit-it is the curse of remembrance. And while mortals sleep beneath warm blankets of belief and delusion, he walks among them, a specter of old blood and older regrets. Every step he takes echoes with hunger, but not for flesh alone. There is something deeper gnawing at him-something primal and unspoken. A call that the living cannot hear, and the dead cannot answer.
He has no clan. No allies. No home. Only instinct and a hollow place where companionship once lived. Still, something in him stirs-some flicker of the soul they say he does not possess. Perhaps it is the memory of laughter long faded. Perhaps it is the pull of a gaze too curious. Or perhaps the predator, like the hunted, is not immune to loneliness.
This is not a tale of redemption. Nor of damnation. It is a story of survival in a world that fears what it cannot name. A story of a creature who has no interest in heroism, yet finds his path colliding with something greater than vengeance or blood. Beneath the surface of steel and fangs lies a question no blade can answer: What does it mean to belong when the world has no place for you?
Behind Evil Eyes: Lone Soul-less is a visceral entry into The Caravan Tales, where horror and humanity blur, and where the most haunting monsters are the ones who remember what it was like to feel. For those drawn to stories of dark beauty and grim truth, this is an intimate plunge into the mind of a timeless outcast-unforgiving, poetic, and utterly unforgettable.
But freedom, for a creature without chains, is not the absence of pursuit-it is the curse of remembrance. And while mortals sleep beneath warm blankets of belief and delusion, he walks among them, a specter of old blood and older regrets. Every step he takes echoes with hunger, but not for flesh alone. There is something deeper gnawing at him-something primal and unspoken. A call that the living cannot hear, and the dead cannot answer.
He has no clan. No allies. No home. Only instinct and a hollow place where companionship once lived. Still, something in him stirs-some flicker of the soul they say he does not possess. Perhaps it is the memory of laughter long faded. Perhaps it is the pull of a gaze too curious. Or perhaps the predator, like the hunted, is not immune to loneliness.
This is not a tale of redemption. Nor of damnation. It is a story of survival in a world that fears what it cannot name. A story of a creature who has no interest in heroism, yet finds his path colliding with something greater than vengeance or blood. Beneath the surface of steel and fangs lies a question no blade can answer: What does it mean to belong when the world has no place for you?
Behind Evil Eyes: Lone Soul-less is a visceral entry into The Caravan Tales, where horror and humanity blur, and where the most haunting monsters are the ones who remember what it was like to feel. For those drawn to stories of dark beauty and grim truth, this is an intimate plunge into the mind of a timeless outcast-unforgiving, poetic, and utterly unforgettable.
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