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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 Forsaken Soul

Aesther was falling.

It was a short journey, and before the gasp could even build up her throat, the waters plunged her within. Their brutal freezing waves clawed against her skin.

She expected to come back up, and she does. But the waves numbed her limbs. Each chance to breathe became further apart, each breath less than the last. 

Before she goes under the final time, Aesther knew she would not be able to come out again.

The cold rushed to her blood and bones.

The violent waves drag her deeper into the darkness and Aesther strained for the weary light that slowly faded away.

Aesther felt the intense raw terror before she saw the shadows.

In the haze of blurring lines, a void of darkness slowly unfurled. They caressed and roped around her body, smothering her warmth little by little. She could not move, her lips parted in a silent scream.

Thump.

Thump.

Her heartbeats began to dim.

…thump.