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Hunt or be Haunted (BL)

“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?

Moryoll · LGBT+
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157 Chs

Advice

After that day, he learnt from the woman that he would go to that place whenever his body is so injured and so close to actual death that it needs to recover. 

'My body is kicking me out?' The boy asked, playing with a leaf in his hands. 'I didn't think something like that was even possible.'

'Of course, it is possible.' She said, carrying the boy on her lap. 'Your body is something incredible, kid and I think that you should try to cherish it a little more.' 

'Aren't I?' The boy asked, not looking at her as he knows that he is not, at all. 

'In the past month, you have already come here three times. Staying for seven hours each.' She said, patting his head as gently as she could. 'I do not believe, even for a second, that you are taking care of your body.' 

The boy turned away from her, still playing with the leaf in his hands. 'I don't … I don't like going back there. It is hell over there.'