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 and Osbert sat opposite each other in the room full of sculptures, one of the sculptures laying on the ground in pieces, as the sun began to set outside, sending a gentle, cool breeze into the room as they both sat cross-legged on the ground.

The doors creaked open and forest green eyes appeared as she looked around the room, raising an eyebrow at the two.

"Well, this is a little awkward," Rosy said, peeking into the room before stepping out once again. "Well, whatever. I hope you both enjoy yourselves, I am going to my room."

She closed the door behind her before walking away, leaving the two to look at each other once again, still unsure of how to begin the conversation.

Chuckling, Jel ran his hands through his hair, thinking for a second. "I didn't think a day would come where I find it a little awkward to talk to you. Has the spark died out?"

To Death