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)

"Wait, Jel." Osbert quickly said as Jel spat out the spark onto the ground in front of them, turning back to normal almost instantly.

"Something wrong, Osbert?" Jel asked, turning to the man, smiling kindly.

"The Stranded Blossom. It knows something about that?" He asked, looking at Jel, not the spark still lying on the ground, motionless.

"Well, it has all the knowledge that I collected over the years in all the books here. Perhaps it knows." Jel said shrugging. "But what is this about the Stranded Blossom? Something you want to know about it?"

"Yes," Osbert said, nodding fervently as the spark started to fly up, groaning in itself. "Atlas. Can you really tell me about the Stranded Blossom?"

"Of course I can." The voice said, scoffing in annoyance, before quickly changing its tone of voice the moment it saw Jel glaring at it. "I mean, what is it that you want to know, young master?"

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