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)

"Hurts," Jel mumbled, sitting on his throne. One side of his body, the cursed side, is completely swollen now. He looks like some kind of mutated vegetable with his skin and muscles all swollen, almost bubbling over.

'Of course, it will hurt.' He heard a voice say as a person appeared in front of him. Grace.

'Do you think you deserve to not be in pain?' Another voice said, walking around him. Horis.

'After the things you did, do you think you are some kind of saint?'

One by one, ghosts of the past appeared in front of Jel, sitting on his broken throne, the entire room around him falling to pieces, with cracks all over.

He listened to every word they said, like a child accepting every scolding and punishment he got because he knows that he did something wrong.

Sucking in a pained breath, he leaned back on his seat, staring out the massive broken window, colourful stained glass scattered everywhere.

Other Side