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

A chime of bells whispered into the silence.

Aesther heavily blinked her eyes open, surprised to find an unexpected person in the room.

The healer poured hot water over the medicinal herbs.

A small vermillion mark was between her brows. Her long lashes were lowered as if watching the steam of her medicines and inhaling his dizzying scent was the most pleasing thing one could ever do.

She was not from Nesmeria, her skin too dark to belong to these lands. Kali was a healer from Sumeru, the senior disciple of the most skilled healer of all heavenly cities.

Aesther watched her with some puzzlement in her gaze, not sure why a strange uneasiness settled in her stomach.

Kali stirred the medicine with a wooden spoon and glanced at Aesther as she said something in an unfamiliar tongue.

Her dark eyes were even more mystifying than Ezrahl's, Aesther was too bewitched to care. She wondered if the healer was also a master of spells.

Thunder Storm