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)

Jel looked at everyone in the room, a sly look coming on his face, instantly sending chills down their back.

"Since we are mates, you are now their parent. Do a good job at looking after them with me, ok?" Jel asked, smiling sweetly at Osbert who just looked completely smitten by this man sitting on his lap, hands on his chest.

"Hey! Don't just agree to everything he says!" Taio threw his hands in the air, a look of defeat written all over his face. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about him taking care of his majesty."

Chuckling to herself, Lumi turned to the two men, "I feel like we are going to have to worry about Osbert more than we are going to have to worry about his majesty."

Barrette looked at the two men and sighed, running his hands through his hair, "You are not wrong. He looks entirely too smitten by his majesty."

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