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.

I was born and raised in California. I was an athlete, a dreamer, had a pinch of acting and tech savviness. I took to writing and poetry in my College days, while all of the above still played as unknown factors of my early life, of what Career path I would take.
Over the course of trying to find my niche, writing had become an enjoyable hobby, and towards the end of my college days, I had started my first book. For years it was a work in progress, but bit by bit, regardless of the good days or bad days, it was a goal that was determined to be completed.
In 2007, that goal would be completed and my first book, "The Far Cry: Legend of the Scepter" was published on paperback. Before and after that publication, I started to create a series of short stories and novellas based in the same realm as The Far Cry.
During those final phases of publishing The Far Cry, my best friend and artist, Rachelle, would kindle a relationship and she became my wife in 2008. Currently, I work in the Structural Design field and I write in my spare time.