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)

I hate it when someone is interrupted in their talk, whether is it me or someone else, I hate it. Jel thought, glaring at the woman looking at them with fear in her eyes. But ... I suppose that is a reasonable reaction.

Damn ... all those things are getting to my head now.

"Are you alright?" Osbert asked, walking to the woman with Jel still in his arms. "I assume that you are a little hungover."

"I feel like I am." She said, looking around the room. "What? How are they moving? I did not connect to them."

"I know," Jel said, rolling his eyes at her. "They are connected to him. Why would you leave your house so ... messy?"

"I was having a hard time, alright?" She said, leaning back on the couch. "You lot will not understand what it feels like to have a son that does not like you."

"When have I ever said that I did not like you?" Kila asked, flying to the woman with a very annoyed look on his face.

Saviour Complex