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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

Weaver

"What happened?" Jel burst into the room, unable to see anything but he can tell that Osbert is in the room and so is … "Skye?"

"Mister Sage." The woman gasped, walking to him, face completely flustered as she looked away from the man in front of her, not even wearing a towel. "I-I am so sorry. I did not realise you had a guest. I … I didn't mean to-" 

"It's alright," Jel said, patting the woman on the shoulder. "Could I trouble you to make us breakfast? Or brunch, that would be better. He likes to eat meat."

"O-of course." She said quickly, turning to Osbert, who still did not cover himself up with anything, apologizing before running away as quickly as she could. 

Jel watched her smell disappear before turning to Osbert, still standing there like a statue. 

Blinking twice, the iris part of his eyes turning red as he got back his sight, although it is slightly blurry. He looked at Osbert and closed the door behind him, whistling.