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)

"That's him," Osbert mumbled, staring at the person in front of him, not even seeing his face yet. "I know it. Jel. It's him."

"I know, honey," Jel said, cupping Osbert's face and making him look at him. "Look here, sweetheart. This is what is going to happen alright? You are going to be visible for everyone to see.

"That way you can talk with him and I will be right beside you but you will not be able to see me. If you need just reach out or call to me and I will be right there. But I need to keep my anonymity as much as I possibly can. Alright?"

"I would have liked it if I could see you being beside me as I talk to him," Osbert said, playing with Jel's cloak, fixing it for him. "But knowing that you are right beside me is enough."

"I'm always here, Osbert." Jel placed a gentle peck on his lips as a speck of gold dust lingered before disappearing. "Go on."

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