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)

Standing in the quiet room, Osbert stared at nothing in front of him, brows furrowed as he stared at the man in front of him, one side of his eye completely white and broken with blood running down his face.

It is still running down his face as a dazed look remained on his face.

Osbert stared at him blankly, wanting to run to him but unable to do anything just yet. Blinking back twice, Osbert stared at him, looking at the empty library and the book he fell asleep on top of.

Picking up a paper he scribbled on, staring at the words written on the paper, he sucked in a breath. This has a very, very small chance of working and I do not know if it will even work at all.

But … I have no other choice aside from what I am supposed to do. And I am not giving up on someone who has worked so hard for me.

Perhaps this is for an entirely selfish reason but … well … yeah, it is selfish, I can't explain that part away even if I wanted to.

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