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)

Osbert just stood there obediently as he is dragged around the massive hallways by the collar. He stared at all the antiques around the place and the paintings hanging on the walls.

His eyes caught some of them, eyes wide with awe at the level of talent in the painted buildings and scenery.

"Do you like them?" The red-haired woman asked, smiling at the man.

"Yes! Thank you for remembering my name." She said, smiling brightly at him. "Osbert, yes?"

"Ah, yes." He said, nodding at her as the man finally released his collar, dropping him to the ground. "Ow."

"Taio, be gentle," Lumi said, holding her hand out to help Osbert up, but he just stared at her small hands compared to his much bigger ones. "Come on."

"Ah." He mumbled, getting to his feet as quickly as he could. "Sorry."

Paintings