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)

"What do you think about, Osbert?" Jel asked, sitting on his bed, hardly able to make anything out at all, except the smells around him.

"You called me in here to ask me that?" The little girl asked, looking at him with her arms crossed over her chest. "I thought you already knew my opinion of him back in the castle."

"I am just asking," Jel said, holding his hands up. "You are the most brutally honest child that I raised, so I want to know your answer. What kind of person do you think Osbert is?"

Sighing, Rosy sat on the bed, beside Jel, thinking. "Well, he seems like someone that is very naive and very easy to … manipulate."

"You think so too?" Jel asked, chuckling as he fell back on his bed. "I thought that same thing when I first met him. It was fairly amusing to be very honest. His heart is as good as his soul though."

Into the Mind