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)

"I am tired," Jel mumbled, jumping on the bed as he immediately buried his head on the pillow. "So tired, goodness."

"I never thought you were one to feel tired, Jel," Osbert said, chuckling as he dragged the bags into the fancy hotel room.

The suit is so massive that they could fit a private bar in it, along with one massive bed and even a balcony with a skyline view of the city.

"Well, I am," Jel whined, still burying his face in the pillows. "Are you not tired at all, Osbert?"

"No." He said, looking at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a whistle coming from his lips. "This place is luxurious."

"I think it is quite small." Jel turned on his back, staring up at the ceiling and the chandelier. "I don't like that at all. Can't we ask them to remove it?"

"But you have several chandeliers in your house."

Pierce