I had always had a strong belief in Mythology, But I never thought it ran that deep. ******** Exert from book... ******* As I ran, leaves branches under foot breaking. They new I was here before I new they were near me. Maybe it's instinct. One black ungodly creature ran at me trying to attack, I swiped it away at ease. But now I was surrounded, there were six. There rising and falling dark fur covered bodies growled and snap at me with there knife like teeth. I wasn't here to fight though, I was here to surrender, to take what was mine, by right. I was a child of the moon.

A collection of some of my Short stories 600-700 words.

In the smog filled streets of the early 1800's, Under the lose tiled rooftops of old brick houses and wandering canals of old Venice a power sits, waiting for there time. Now in the 21st century modern day, The pale ones time has come and the world is very different from what it used to be.

Blood drunk monster, beautiful and strange. Howl your melancholy question. And tell me, which do you dread more, the echo or the answer.