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

Aesther could hear the howling of rains by her ears.

She opened her eyes to find herself kneeling over wet stones. The rain was brutally splattering over the dark ground, rippling the reflection of the moon and hers.

Another vivid dream of her memories.

But she felt unfamiliar, having already lost fragments of what she remembered about this night.

It was the time of early winters, the air was freezing cold and sunk deep to her bones. Her body couldn't help but shiver, but even then she did not move.

Gradually, Aesther remembered why she was there.

Her imprisonment had ended a few months ago. But she carried no power in the palace. It had been too long since she last saw Ezrahl, and she needed to see him now. The Alpha was sentenced to death…

Scattering Crimson