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)

With the number of times I have fainted, one would think that I am some kind of damsel in distress in a backward fairytale. Jel thought, opening his eyes to see a hazy forest in front of him. We are here again, I see.

"Long time no see, your majesty." A very familiar voice said, appearing from the trees behind him, her body taking on the form of a grown-up version of Val, the little nymph girl.

"It is wonderful to see you again," Jel said, grinning at her and getting to his feet. "How are you doing, Odell?"

Odell, one of the spirits of the forest and the afterlife. Every time he is close to death and faint because of the pressure it took on his body, Jel would meet this woman.

One hour in that world is a day in the real world and she is there to make sure that he is not too bored when he stays there while his body recovers.

Recovery