Moukiki

"His bangs fell over his face, causing shadows to cover his sadistic smile and the bloodstains on his face. He turned, ready to leave, but a hand grabbed the edge of his cloak. _ You... You still haven't won... I won't let... Someone like you... Beat me... - murmured the red-haired boy at Akira's feet. The brunette turned around, watching the boy at his feet with a smile. _ You don't know anything about me to judge me. So when you say, "Someone like you," do you really know what kind of person you are? - Akira asked, laughing. _ Of course... - muttered the redhead, coughing up some blood. - Someone so cold and cruel shouldn't exist in this world... Someone like you... Who has no feelings... _ Do you think I have no feelings? - the brunette muttered, lifting the boy who was at his feet. - Well, you're wrong. - Akira said, putting her lips on the boy's."

Moukiki

Could the world you know remain the same if nekos existed? Or if there were wizards, powers, ghosts, gods and monsters. Demons, angels, witches, youkais, vampires... The supernatural lives spinning in our head as if it were reality. But, after all, how far does one end and the other begin? Reality... What is real? Who has never wondered if what they were living now is a dream or reality? Well then, I'm going to tell you the truth of what happened to me, maybe that way you'll understand the world better. Just maybe.

Benedict Valentine is the greatest mind of the 19th century. The 13-year-old boy genius gifted with mecha-magical eyes seeks revenge after being kidnapped and having his right eye stolen by a gang. Ben sets off in search of revenge and, with luck, to recover his right eye, the very eye that was given to him as a gift by King Dragomir when he was still a frail, blind baby.

eliomoon

Founded in 1389, among the mountains that divide France and Switzerland, Saint Orpheus is an institution surrounded by centuries of forbidden knowledge, forgotten traditions, and stories that few dare to mention. Behind its ancient walls, the past is never truly dead (and some truths should remain buried). At twenty-one years old, Lucien is about to discover that his entire life has been built on a lie. Heir to a lineage long erased from history, he carries within himself something that predates even the ancient celestial orders: the Original Darkness. But Saint Orpheus is not the only place interested in his destiny. Aurelian and Samael are two presences impossible to ignore. Fallen angels, united by an ancient oath and by secrets they refuse to share, both seem to know far more about Lucien than they should. One awakens his curiosity; the other, his distrust. As the boundaries between the Firmament, the Veil, and the Abyss begin to become less secure, Lucien will need to discover who he truly is and why his existence seems to threaten an order that has survived for centuries.

ANNA VESPERNouvel Auteur

Clara dá aulas de português para estrangeiros e faz magia desde pequena. Joana só sabe da primeira parte. Até aparecer para um café dizendo que visitou a escola onde a amiga trabalha, numa cidade que não aparece no mapa. A primeira pista está num material didático: alguém está ensinando pessoas comuns a encontrar lugares mágicos sem explicar o que vão descobrir. Os percursos levam a uma biblioteca fechada, documentos alterados e moradores que não querem ver suas casas transformadas em cenário de exercício. Com a confiança da amiga abalada, Clara precisa descobrir quem está distribuindo aquelas instruções e por quê. E explicar há quanto tempo vinha deixando Joana do lado de fora.

worrel

A photography student opens a metal box forgotten at the back of his grandfather's closet. Inside: old negatives, notebooks his grandfather never let anyone read, a sheet music dedicated to someone no one in the family knows, and a little red beanie that, after thirteen years stored away, is still warm. The grandfather can no longer travel. The answers stayed in the North, in a village that may not even exist anymore. So the grandson goes in his place, in the middle of the Círio de Nazaré, with a camera, a best friend who refuses to stay home, and the feeling that some photos hold more than they show. Twelve photos. Eleven empty places. And what was left out of the frame.