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 knew him better than anyone else.

But the more time they spend together, the more stranger he felt to her. He seemed like a different person in the future, too opposite to the man of her present.

The Ezrahl she knew reveled in shedding blood, with every fiber of his being, he had ruined and burned the cities. Mercilessly erasing everything that stood in his way.

The whole realm would laugh up hearing such kind of words.

Yet for some reason, Aesther could not figure out, she felt as if everything he was saying, everything he was showing, carried nothing but honesty.

There was grief and sympathy buried beneath the layers of coldness in his gaze… what had changed him this much?

The attendant from earlier came out and tiredly said.

Aesther stepped inside first, "What took so long?"

Ruins of Past