Vine Sunday

If you're into Anime, i assure you, you'll like this one - It'll feel like home.

MBF follows different characters grappling with their existence and purposes, good and evil, life and death: All under a single moon that seals an ancient moon god, for reasons you'll find in the story.
At the heart of it all is Lukas Atar, a naïve and sheltered boy, ordinary in a world teeming with the extraordinary. Lukas knows little of common sense, having been coddled and confined by his parents for most of his life. But everything changes when he breaks free from their grasp, setting off to explore a world brimming with mysteries, demons, monsters, sorcery, and forces capable of reshaping reality itself.
Yet, Lukas can’t seem to escape his past. Shackles may loosen, but they don’t disappear. Time and again, he finds himself tangled in situations he’d rather avoid—complicated further by the revelation that he is a reincarnator, burdened with a mission he has no intention of completing.
From ancient gods to superpowered humans striving to maintain balance, this universe is a combination of supernatural creatures from cultural diversity. Lukas’ journey weaves through it all, questioning purpose and fate under a moonlit sky that holds far more secrets than it lets on.

Moon Bound Fantasy

Khaos & the Generals Face-palmed. However, whatever Kaktos was doing was working; April was healing, so they didn’t say anything about her impulse. 


The moment was tender, pure, and beautiful. 


"If you ever need a warm hug again…” she whispered dangerously close to April’s ear, “just call on me." 


“…Or,” she added silkily, "you could come to my room—" 


Khaos cut in swiftly, his voice laced with exhausted authority. 


A simple gesture of his hand, and Kaktos was suddenly lifted by an unseen force. 


April, now stuck mid-bow, stood frozen—caught between gratitude and pure, unfiltered horror. 


"Cheapskate!" Kaktos huffed as the invisible force deposited her back onto her throne. 


April took a cautious step back, her face still flushed from either the hug or the horror. I know not. 


Then, from the group of Banshees waiting behind her— 


Kira, the bully