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

The wolven form faded into dull mist.

Elijah's ribs and his heart were entirely crushed underneath the spear. He was gone, just like that, and the weapon of pure darkness remained firm with an overwhelming chill.

Aesther did not want to move, she could not.

Her soul still remembered the excruciating pain of that same spear she had faced in her former life, she was frozen with crippling anxiety about everything that happened.

But as her gaze moved back at Merakh, something inside let out a beastly roar. He was vulnerable now.

She ripped herself away from those miserable memories and strode towards him. If there was one thing Aesther had entirely mastered, it was the flow of mana.

The Crimson Night