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

Raymond’s blue eyes bore into Kaliyah with an intensity that could ice the underworld. 


"Vladia... you have hurt the Lion's cub. You hurt Hana-chan..." 


"You shouldn’t have done that," Martha added, her golden eyes gleaming with something far more chilling than mere anger. "We never planned to execute the entirety of your army, but you’ve forced our hand." 


Raymond let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "At least, she didn’t succeed with Butcher. Otherwise, even death would have been an act of mercy." 


Martha nodded, her expression unreadable. "Yes. He’s an idiot… but a tenacious one. That child once escaped the maws of Lunaria-chan—a feat about as likely as rain in hell—do you really think he’d die from a half-hearted attack?" 


Kaliyah’s eyes flickered, something clicking in her mind. Her memory jogged. 


“Wh-What are you talking about?!” she rasped, her voice hoarse, like the dying screech of a bat. 


The dying screech of a bat