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 moon waxed and waned, half a year passed by and everything was different.

Aesther and Noah were both required to stay in the palaces of their chosen Sacred Maidens to cultivate the heavenly path.

The Second and Fifth Maidens were strict and serious, not allowing their mischievous behaviour to run wild even a bit. Neither of the two took a step outside once the training started.

Aesther went to bed with an aching body countless times. She lost count of how many times she fainted, and how many hours she had to suffer in order to refine one aspect of the spell.

The Hundred Healings Spell required an extremely delicate mana control, something that can sew the flesh even in its minor and major injuries.

Something that can make the blood flow in reverse, change the beats of a heart, or even breathe life into a fresh corpse.

Ashes and Embers