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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

Sight Seeing

"Why do we have to go through that sketchy place?" Osbert asked, looking at the darkness in front of him. 

"This is the way to the palace." Jel grinned at the man, pulling him to the darkness. "Don't worry, it does not hurt at all." 

"Wait, it is supposed to hurt??" Osbert asked but he was not quick enough as he was pulled through the darkness by Jel without another warning. 

He closed his eyes shut as he felt them passing something and then opened it again when Jel tapped on his arm without saying another word. 

"Huh? That wasn't that bad." He said, opening his eyes to see the number of people in front of him before sighing more so to himself than to anyone else. "I suppose I stand corrected." 

All around him were people with blades pointed towards the two, glaring at them. 

"Jel, what is this? Why are they pointing their weapons at us?" He asked, looking at the sheepish man, scratching the back of his head.