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

In the lone darkness of night, Aesther leaned against a wall, quietly staring at the faintly throbbing scar on her palm.

One of the walls surrounding the alley collapsed and crumbled. Aesther's eyes dimmed even further.

"...how stupid," She murmured with a small frown, "What the hell am I supposed to do then?"

It was in midst of a heated fight, one against seven. And as if a flame was snuffed out, her mind became entirely blank. In that split moment of nothingness, she did not know what to do.

It was enough for one of the men to sneak behind and land a brutal hit.

A mistake like that would have easily killed her in a real battle.

"How truly bizarre," Aesther slumped against the wall and watched the stars with a troubled gaze, "Why even bring me back if you wanted me to forget it all?"

A Wandering Night