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

Aesther silently stared at the black sword.

Its hilt was pure black, the sheath was pure black, and the simple beautiful decorations that curled up around the sword were a shade of black silver.

Similar to how Ezrahl wasn't impressed by her tastes, Aesther didn't like his tastes either. She pulled out the sword and just as she thought, the blade was black as well.

It was lined with dull crimson which should gleam when she uses her mana.

Aesther subconsciously reached out to caress the blade but paused. It was Blackfyre, a metal native to Dragonstone.

These blades were forged with spells and dragon fires, never mean to lose their edge. A blackfyre sword can easily even cut stones.

Aesther really did not want to use a sword so monotonous and dark. But as she stared at it, she realised it was the first time he was gifting her anything…

The Frozen Dreams