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 atmosphere was so heavy that it felt like it was about to explode—no one dared to make a sound, waiting in anticipation, fear, as well as doubt.

The thick pool of mist stirred as a pentagonal magic array gleamed under the shrouding fog. A dull crackling sound sparked in the air before a large box of thick iron erupted out of the array.

It was long and wide, with engraved runes that brightly glowed in the mist.

Aesther gaze trailed over the marks and ancient inscriptions. The box alone could cost millions of gold, a heavily sealed artefact that was strong enough to suppress even higher creatures of the dark realm.

Who would go so far as to use such a box to hide a fake sword?

She found it funny and glanced back to say something to Ezrahl but just then

The Cursed Legend