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

Standing against the sky of star dust and moon, Ezrahl was dressed in the robes of Alkazar. The black long overcoat with a long dark sash falling down to its hems. But in the layers of his void darkness, Ezrahl wore a shirt of vivid scarlet. His enchanting dark eyes mildly swept over the hall in nonchalance.

Ezrahl walked inside and one by one, the chatters of the disciples quieted down. All of their gazes briefly passing over him.

It had been a long time since anyone saw Ezrahl around. But now, he appeared even more breathtaking. He appeared more refined, as if the days of his solitude charmed his looks even further.

Aesther's gaze lingered over his scarlet shirt for a moment, it carried the dark elegant shade of wild roses.

"Ezrahl…" She murmured subconsciously.

Noah brightly exclaimed, "You're back!"

The Bittersweet Memories