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

She looked back at the receding parade in a daze. They merrily danced and sang, and there was not even a single sign of that man in the demon mask. Her uneasy emotions echoed for a while longer.

Aesther looked up to find a boy wearing loose black robes, carrying a candied apple in one hand. Her words disappeared before she could even respond.

He seemed no older than six, with slightly long black hair softly tousling down his neck. There was a curious light in his eyes, and he smiled as warmly as one could.

"Thanks…" Aesther smiled a little as she accepted his hand

The golden bells jingled, and for a moment, she watched him with a dazed expression before averting her gaze around the festival.

It was the same wherever she looked, these people who should be nothing but a mindless pawn in the illusion…

The Wishing Willow