Moryoll

“You, aren’t you scared of me?” 

“Why would I be?” The man asked, the red half of his white and blue hair covering his equally clashing eye colours. 

“I am a Hunter,” the dark blue-haired man said, frowning at the man, trying to look menacing.

“Really?” The man said, unfazed as he went back to looking at the eyeballs he collected. 

“I could kill you where you stand!” 

“Why don’t you then?” The man asked, not even looking at him anymore. “I am completely defenceless right now, aren’t I?” 


It is the year, 3035. Mythical creatures such as Vampires and many more have suddenly come into existence. With them comes a divide, between humans and those creatures, thought to be myths and even amongst the creatures themselves. 

Jel Okonjo is a Vampire, in fact, he may just be the oldest vampire to ever exist in that world. An all-powerful person that is rendered harmless the moment the sun comes up, like all the creatures of this world. 

Or so they think. He has secrets of his own, being a creature that has lived for hundreds of years. 

And it seems a certain shapeshifter has started to catch his eye. Is it because he has a deep secret of his own or the fact that his blood burns Jel, unlike the sun. 

What could he have planned? And why all the secrets? What is true and what is false? Will they ever find out?

Hunt or be Haunted (BL)

"Strzygas," Alby said, frowning at the creature in front of him.

"Now. Now. Alby." The voice turned from a screeching, almost birdlike sound, to a softer, more feminine sound. Its large body shrinking as its feathers start to fall off. "You know I go by Aleksandra."

In front of him stood a woman wearing a cloak covered with those feathers that swept his floor.

"I will not be calling you that." He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on the window. "I refuse to acknowledge your existence."

"Come now, don't you remember how much you loved me?" The woman asked, her sharp, owl-like eyes darting here and there.

Her hair is made entirely of feathers stacked up on top of each other. Sometimes they would rise or fall depending on her mood.

"I do not." He said, coldly. "Please leave. If they find out that you were in here."

Getting Rid