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 woke up feeling light and refreshed.

Her eyes opened to the dull sunlight seeping through her glass windows and falling over her fingers. The morning was colder than the night she remembered, and her mind was truly calm after a long time.

"Ah… why would I faint?" Aesther mused as she rubbed her eyes.

A dark creature of formless smoke and shadows rose above her stomach. In the light of the day, its darkness was more apparent. It was unstable and wavering, splattered with particles of white energy.

One of the glowing white eyes was cracked with fractures. This time, its mouth was spread into a thin smile.

"W-Woah!" Aesther hastily fumbled out of her quilt, "What the hell are you?!"

The memories of her painful night washed over her ease and stirred the forgotten fears in her heart once again. But before she could try to get away, the shadow inside of her forced her back down on the bed.

A Shadow of Storm