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

Ezrahl was like the winds of autumn that erased her summer spring and drowned Aesther in a land of eternal winter, leaving her in the cold darkness forever.

She had tried to ignore the wounds of her heart, ignore every little lie.

She had tried to ignore herself, the monster she became while bringing her down.

But their shadow lingered like the inevitable death, waiting to cease all your light.

Her thoughts were distant so much that Aesther felt in a dreamy daze by the time the cart came to a stop. She was lost in her memories and her past, entirely unaware of the world.

Aesther sneezed as she stepped down from the cart.

The old woman shook her head while hauling the haystacks, "Wool and hay is all I am carrying, why didn't you use one of the blankets?"

Aesther sheepishly smiled, "I just fell asleep haha."

Winds of Autumn