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 layer of cold sweat covered her.

The maiden bit her neck in such a way Aesther feared it might snap at any moment now. Her shaking fingers feebly grasped the dagger around her thigh.

Aesther mustered the last bits of her remaining strength and slashed the knife as hard as she could.

It nicked the maiden's neck and she immediately got away.

"I wasn't sure if you had any sanity left…" Aesther whispered, smiling painfully as she forced herself to get back on her feet.

Aesther grimaced, gripping the dagger tightly. She let her mana seep into the blade. There was a flash of gold when she lunged forward. Her movements ended up being sloppy.

The maiden tried to step aside at the first strike. But both of them were barely in control of their bodies anymore. The pain and loss had gone too deep.

An Exiled Lord