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)

"It is said that the Stranded Blossom was made by the Great King to give to the humans to show their sincerity in wanting to be with him." Nil began while they walked without a care in the world down the hallways. "But he did not trust the humans to be able to remain fair, so he made this thing he calls as the Gatekeeper.

"The Gatekeeper is the one that will actually determine if someone is worth keeping in here or not." She said, smiling at Osbert who listened to everything closely. "That might be one of the reasons why they cannot just put our leader in here the moment they arrested him."

"That is impressive," Osbert said, looking at Jel with admiration in his eyes. "I keep hearing about this Great King and I thought that he was just a legend, a story to tell children growing up."

"He is real." Nil said as Jorod appeared beside her, nodding his head over and over again.

Sincerely