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

But Elijah offered to share his place with Aesther. She had no reason to hesitate, and so, after having a small meal after the drinks, they entered one of the beautifully constructed cabins.

Although she lacked no troubles, the first question that popped up in her mind was something fairly trivial.

"How does a fugitive even hide here?" she mused out loud, "If the knights ever decide to come over, they only need to search a few buildings."

Elijah was removing his cloak when he gestured towards the door, "Open them."

She was standing right there and pushed one of the doors with a poker face. In front of their cabin, there was a vast desert.

The silver moonlight made the sand a mystical blue colour.

"You need to have a token to properly go in and out," Elijah smiled slightly, but there was only weariness in his eyes.

"...a psychic spell," Aesther realised a few moments later.

The Deathly Silence