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 serenade of the rains softly spread across the castle.

Its crystal drops hum over the roofs and the windows, bathing the earth and capturing moonlight over the grass.

And with these gentle rains, came a cold that could make anyone shudder.

The Hall of Sin and Virtue was constructed through pillars and a circular open dome. It was a temple dedicated to the five immortal beasts and the gods who made them perish.

It was also where disciples were required to often kneel and reflect upon their behaviours. Almost every one of them had been there, even Ahzure.

Always being perfect in what he did. The words of his punishment spread all over the castle like wildfire. By dawn, everyone knew he would be lashed three hundred times.

A Soothing Cold Night