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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 Cruel Knight

Aesther's mind dipped into the past.

The memories of starry skies and the festive air came back to her. She was kneeling on the ground, frozen from a raw terror. 

Ezrahl was in front of her, carrying his sword that ominous gleamed under the moonlight.

He looked down at her darkly.

She did not know what happened back then. 

The whole valley of the dragons was flooded with death and blood. As soon as she saw him, Aesther begged Ezrahl to do something.

But when he spoke, her world turned cold.

"They could not be saved," he told her, in the same cold tone, "It was too late."

And then, she saw the gold gleaming in his dark eye. The curse marks that were etched on his neck.

Ezrahl had massacred the dragons.

But those weren't the only ones.