In the captivating world of 'Moon Bound Fantasy', Lukas, a Mediterranean islander, finally breaks free from his overprotective parents' grasp, only to be ensnared by the supernatural realm he has long avoided. Against his will, an enigmatic Lady transforms him into a powerful Lycan, which In turn, unlocked his dormant potential as a High human - an Original Guardian tasked with preventing the Evil moon god's resurrection. He also discovers that he's a reincarnator.
As Lukas navigates his dual identity of Lycan and Human Hero, he is forced to choose between the Lycan way and the Human hero's path. But Instead, he chooses self-discovery, unraveling the mysteries of his past, as a reincarnator,  and the moon god's sealing. With memories slowly resurfacing, Lukas becomes obsessed with proving the moon god's innocence and protecting her from those who seek to destroy her, which is the entire world.

Forced into missions by the monitors, Lukas must confront his own motivations and the true nature of the moon god. Monitors are superhumans who maintain balance between the supernatural world and the ordinary world.

Why is Lukas so drawn to a deity he's never met, one who threatens humanity's existence? 
Dive into Lukas' journey as he challenges the status quo, seeking answers and forging his own path in a world of sorcery, supernatural beings, and ancient secrets.

Moon Bound Fantasy

Lady Eira immediately became alarmed, “Not when I’m this close to my goal, no!” she deliberated. 


Ignoring her broken arm, she faced westward and took off running into the woods not too far from the cliff. 


But not even up to 20 minutes since she started fleeing, pursuers had begun catching up to her. Their footsteps and shouts echoing from behind her; 


“Keep moving ahead, let’s trap her!” 


She could hear their conspiracies as clear as the water pouring down the small stream she leaped across while running. 


And at that point, she began to panic, “No… No, No, No, No!” 


If she was captured, she would undoubtedly be burned alive, like Herald. 


Her brows furrowed, sweats streaming down her face in sequence; her breaths becoming more labored. 


As she fled heartily, she desperately swiped off the vines and branches in her way. 


The Upir Twin’s loss IV