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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 Wrath of Fire

Ezrahl fisted his hand.

And the giant beast was minced into nothingness. The remnants of its rage unravelled in the form of crashing winds of the storm, they made the earth tremble, screaming through the forests before fading into a quiet hiss.

The crimson gleam in his eyes was darker than blood.

Aesther took a few steps back, preparing to make the rational choice. But as her gaze lingered over the blood dripping from his palm, she paused.

"What are you going to do?"

The wolves were known to have great innate healing abilities.

She knew she would be fine. But not Ezrahl.

"I can't fight for long," he admitted, rising on his feet, "If we want to find Ahzure, it seems inevitable to directly confront the demon."

His dark gaze met hers, "You need to leave this place as soon as possible. Don't wander away, don't think about anything else, and report this to Lady Eleonora."

Aesther quietly listened to him. Her lips set into a small frown as she blankly stared at the night sky.