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 placed her hand upon the frozen lake.

It was no longer as clear as before, instead, the thick layer was now fogged up. As if marred by harsh winds and carrying the scars of ancient times. But there was more than just the seemingly endless ice.

Snow soft flowers blossomed across the place. It was no longer cold but filled with soothing gentleness like the cool breeze on a hot summer's day.

It was hard to believe that this odd fragment of dream could contain so much strength and beauty. It felt like Aesther had been walking upon another world, one where every part of the landscape expressed something magical and mysterious.

The space in her mind was evolving, abruptly changing to a place far more ethereal. The ice was always there to remind her that despite the coldness of life, something beautiful could still be found within.

A Grand Feast