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

"Does that feel good?" Aesther awkwardly withdrew her hand and nervously smiled, "I wanted to show you… uh, this um… new technique I learned!"

Aesther sheepishly added, "I am sorry… it was probably weird."

Ezrahl quietly exhaled to himself.

It wasn't a dream, he reminded himself, the one in front of her wasn't alluring him with those sinful words, looking at him with that devilish charming smile.

He said nothing for a while and silently crossed the hall and stopped in front of the altar. Ezrahl brushed his hand over the candles they lit up the dawning darkness all around.

"Since when did you learn to care about all that?"

Aesther blinked her eyes in disbelief.

Neither of them spoke for a while. She curiously watched Ezrahl and tried to wonder what made him so bitter lately. While Ezrahl watched the disappearing light of the skies and wondered why Aesther kept watching him.

The First Snow