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

Aesther's heart could not be put into words as she stared at him.

The Ezrhal of her dream and her future was much. All the wars and all the battles have hardened him to become an overbearing warrior. His gaze burned her soul.

She looked at him as if she was seeing a ghost, and a slow smile tugged at her lips.

"How glad I am that you finally returned."

As she stared up at him, there was a bitter mocking in her words. Aesther felt his grip on her jaw harden when she leaned into his touch.

"Shouldn't you be closer, Ezrahl?" Aesther asked innocently, "At least admire how dearly your beloved guards have kept me here."

His calloused finger slid along her cheek to rest by her ear. His eyes paused over the bruises around her neck.

"Strange words coming from you." There were no emotion behind his gaze.

A Shadow of Death