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

A chilling gush of wind brushed past them, making his long hair slightly sway. She slowly exhaled. T

There were no thoughts in her mind.

But before she could even begin to think, he pushed her from the balcony.

Her breath caught up in her throat, and a raw rush of cold fear suffocated the scream that crawled up. The black cloak drifted away, and the winds cut sharp as she fell.

Aesther's vision shifted, and before it completely changed, she saw him quietly watching her.

And then the waters plunged her into their dark depths. She was dizzy, her mind deathly quiet and for a moment, the world disappeared.

She was once again in those dark woods, trembling and crying as that man strangled her.

It took some painful moments for Aesther to return back. She swam above the hot waters, softly gasping before taking a deep mouthful of air.

The Forbidden Longing