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)

"Wait, what?" Osbert asked, frowning at the man in front of him. "What do you mean by that? How is that even possible?"

"How will it not be possible?" He asked, laying down on the bed with a deep sigh. "I think I should start at the beginning with you first of all. Do you think you will be able to handle it, kid?"

The two kept their gazes on each other for a couple of seconds longer before Osbert finally nodded and said, "Well, it is not like there will be anyone else to tell me anything. Go ahead."

Breaking into a grin, the man patted him on the back before saying, "Wonderful. I have always wanted to tell you this growing up but your mother would never allow me to.

"You see, your mother and I were friends growing up. Good friends. We were so close that many people thought we might be siblings as one would not be with the other no matter where we went.

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