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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 Four Chimes

A few days had passed in the haze of Aesther's slumber this time. 

This made her unable to join the new year festival and made the Master Healer fall sick from stress while he tried to understand her situation. In the end, all they could understand was that was sleeping.

As for Aesther, she was not even surprised anymore. Her body was simply not made to be a vessel for a soul shard of an immortal beast. It was natural for her to get afflicted with severe strains from Ghost.

Though she was certain these strains would only overwhelm her when Ghost was being wild. 

But that was not her concern.

She could not shake the dreary feeling of knowing Ezrahl had not been in the castle all this while. He only appeared for a few hours and then abruptly left.

What was going on?