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

The Tower of Luna was place carved with white stones that spread wherever one could see, this white was etched with silver and serene shades of calming hues.

The dining hall seeped into a calm silence as Aesther placed her soup bowl down and dabbed her lips with a handkerchief. The soft rays of the sun melted in her amber eyes when she lifted them towards Ezrahl.

The sunlit glass windows behind him created shadows over his face. She subconsciously realised that Ezrahl had started to wear some colours lately.

Aesther grinned, "Now that we have finished breakfast, shall we go bathe the goats, husband?"

Ezrahl choked on water, his face got slightly tinted with red as he coughed. A while later he took a deep breath and then looked at her with a small frown.

The Fading Sunset