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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

Child

Jel smiled to himself, hand over Rosy's as he remembered the children from years ago, and becoming slightly disappointed all of a sudden. 

They were so cute as children, now look at them. Behaving as though their father is not worth the respect and admiration they had for him before. I know that I am not their real father and they do not think of me as one but still. 

I suppose I can finally understand the woes of parents when they say that they wish their children never grew up. They have finally achieved their goals but I lost them and I don't think that is a fair trade at all. 

"What is with that face?" Rosy asked, looking right at the man in front of her, her own eyebrows raised. 

"What face?" Jel asked, raising his own eyebrow as well, looking cautiously at the girl. "I am not making any face."

"You are." 

"Am not."