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

"Nothing of concern," said Ezrahl, with some odd edge in his voice.

"I see," Aesther thought for a moment before shaking her head and deciding it was not important. She was still a little weak from the effects of the cursed sword and thus, the two of them did not speak much.

But sometimes, Aesther couldn't help but glance at Kaz.

Aesther couldn't help but feel a strange sensation whenever her gaze lingered on him. It felt like there was something very important she needed to remember, something that he could know... or perhaps the dreams were making her paranoid.

"You don't seem well," Ezrahl suddenly said, catching her off guard.

Aesther glanced back at him, surprise partially written upon her face. "I am," she replied softly and looked away.

She had been dreaming of the cave of oracles too often and it unsettled her. But Aesther was determined not to let those dreams affect her life until she could understand what they meant.

The Secrets of Night