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The Luna's Sinful Lover

“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.] + + + 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). + + + Instagram: @a.lan.caster Discord: Lancaster#9963 [The credits of the cover belong to its respective owner. ]

Alancaster · Fantasy
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154 Chs

A Rogue Fire

The blind man watched her.

Aesther tried to grasp something, anything, as severe pain throbbed in her head. The scar on her palm burned, and she could not see anything but darkness.

Cold waters rushed in and suffocated her every breath.

The silhouette of a massive dragon, the echo of that mortifying fear that hummed and exploded inside her. She could not move, fragments of that frightful moment crushed her mind.

The cold.

The terror.

And the way excruciating pain exploded in her body when she used the seal, as its symbols and runes gleamed a bright golden and as her blood spread across the water like an unfurling crimson flower.

"What the hell?"

"She was spying on us!"

"Kill her."

Aesther barely heard those words as someone roughly made her sit on her knees and roughly pulled back the hood. There was a sudden silence. She did not hear what was spoken next but things were obvious.