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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

All Forgotten Dreams

That night, Aesther could not sleep.

She grew weary with each passing moment, feeling too exhausted to remain awake and too much throbbing in her heart to fall asleep.

It took her a while to realise how much she had overexerted herself by using healing magic carelessly. But Aesther had to know her limit. 

She had to know how many times she can heal others.

How many times she can heal herself?

Eventually, the night under the snow pushed her closer to the edge and in the lone darkness of her haunting new room, Aesther soon succumbed to a deep feverish haze.

Her dreams were muddled at first, remnants of broken memories and forgotten times before slowly descending into the buried depths of her heart.

It was perhaps the last time they shared in peace.