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)

Murderer? Jel thought, trying his best to fix his unruly hair. That was what he called me when we met the first time in the Stranded Blossom.

I froze time to give me a small chance to calm down before I did anything else but … nothing happened to that man we were rescuing. He just looked at me and smiled, though his movement is a little slow.

It completely threw me off because humans are still affected by my magic, as for him, it is affecting him sure but not properly. He also just mouthed, 'Murderer' before breaking into an almost sadistic grin.

I wanted to talk with him but I knew that I would not be able to do that, so I just walked to him and placed a hand on his chest, pulling the consciousness out of his body and attaching it to me.

I don't know what it is with this man but he knows something and I am very, very curious. No one will want me to talk with him alone if I waited for later.

Break