Alancaster

“If there’s a second life, I vow to make your life as miserable as you made mine.” ―Aesther vows with her dying breath.

They were once each other’s sole companion, but while she sought his warmth, he was a man with a wretched soul. Ezrahl stained the pages of her life in blood, he burned her world while she helplessly watched.

When Aesther thought all hope had gone, she finds herself back in the past, before their destinies have taken a cruel turn.

Ezrahl is still as charming as ever, with his secretive smile that makes the hearts of people waver and that intense sincere gaze that is deceivingly refreshing. This time, however, Aesther knows what must be done.

She had sworn to kill him or be killed while doing so. 

But when she lives through her second life, and she sees her past events from a different perspective, Aesther finds herself near a truth that is far more unsettling than anything Ezrahl makes her feel. 

Will she be able to make things right after being given a second chance? Or will the frightening truth devour everything she treasures?

[Warning R18: Mature themes, and smut.]

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Thanks for stopping by! 

Just a heads up, this is my first time exploring the world of werewolves, but they won't be the only mythical beings in this story. The focus here will primarily be on the character growth of Aesther, and her quest for re-claiming and re-discovering herself. 

Romance is a secondary plot device, and once it does start to unravel, there will be some mature scenes as well. 

Release Rate: 10 Chapters/Week (minimum). 

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Instagram: @a.lan.caster
Discord: Lancaster#9963

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The Luna's Sinful Lover

The sun was unbearable when Aesther woke up.

She opened her heavy eyes, irritated by the hammering knuckles against her door. Aesther almost had the urge to drop down and roll under her bed to sleep in the cold darkness.

But as comfortable as that sounded, it won't stop that noise.

Aesther mumbled as she roughly opened the door.

The knight was startled. He cleared his throat and then added with a slight annoyance in his voice.

Her lips twitched as she regretted being rude to a stranger for no reason. But at the same time, Aesther can't be blamed for being grumpy and bitter when her whole body was aching.

It was as if hot lead froze her veins and cracked a little with every movement she made.

Aesther glanced at the blood on her sheets and cursed under her breath.

A Reminiscent of Past