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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

The Brush of Winter

The candle in the library of Alkazar burned all night, as its wax dripped away. 

Scrolls sprawled over the large stone table scrawled with lost languages and cryptic symbols, and in the depths of these files, was Ezrahl's weary face.

"They captured all the suspects," Ahzure said, pushing a warm cup of tea towards Ezrahl.

He rested his head over his hand, and curiously watched the other. 

"Do you still want to research more?"

Ezrahl said nothing, too absorbed in a leather-bound gilded book. His deep gaze intently read down the page.

"Remember that strange man captured in your castle?" Ahzure heaved a deep sigh, "Apparently he was returning from Dragonstone peak. He is one of the bandits, sour towards both the dragons and the wolves."

This finally made Ezrahl raise his eyes.

The light of the candle softly danced in Ahzure's gaze as he smiled sadly.