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

His one hand was upon the doorknob, and hers remained alert upon the dagger strapped over her thigh.

She was leaning against the wall beside the door, the visitor won't be able to see her at a glance. But if her fears were right, the visitor would have already seen through these glamoured walls, and her presence nullifying spells.

Elijah clenched his jaw tight and twisted the knob. The crisp click made Aesther grow tenser. He opened the door.

"Oh…" he said in a slightly confused voice.

The same receptionist from earlier walked inside carrying a wooden tray with steaming kettles, and some aromatic herbs. She had only taken a few steps when a man quietly traced her steps.

Merakh was calm and cold as the dead oceans. His black robes swayed slightly as he walked, and when he stopped inside the room, neither Aesther nor Elijah could act right away.

Shreds of Hope