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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 World Fell Silent

After ten years of the dragon massacre.

They meet again.

At the conclusion of a war that was battering down the sacred lands for ages now. It was an hour when rain was brutally clashing down the earth, washing away the blood that had stained her for far too long. 

Aesther stood over the ruins with her silver armour. 

Her hooded gaze lowered down as she silently stared at him. It was still hard to believe. She could not understand whether it was another one of her dreams or if it was reality.

But there he remained.

Kneeling down.

Bleeding heavily as he leaned against the stone pillar.

Ezrahl was finally… defeated…

She dropped her sword. It made no difference now, even though he was not dead, she could feel how feeble his life energy was. He would be gone soon enough. And Aesther wanted to revel that moment when he would take his last breath.

It was a perfect end.