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
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The Luna's Sinful Lover

Ezrahl paused for a moment and then smiled a little.

She watched with amusement as he leaned against the tree once again, watching the silver stream. Something was odd about him.

But Aesther decided to save the thinking for later.

She continued her sword practice, unleashing powerful stricks and stabs. In her former life, being a disciple of Lady Eleonora, Aesther naturally excelled in healing and martial arts.

"Your form is good," She heard him say, "But you lack practice."

Aesther kept on striking. The more she practised and her arms began to grow tired, the more mistakes she made. It easily became a frustrating ordeal.

Her body lacked the strength and endurance to continue.

And yet, she refused to let herself take rest until her body could continue no more. The crease between her brows increased and Aesther became more and more agitated with the passing time.

The Last Wishes