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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 · Fantasie
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154 Chs

Lord of The City

Aesther sat down on the sofa.

It was a dark room with all the curtains drawn down and the lights snuffed out. At any moment, there could be a swarm of ghouls returning to destroy what remained of the city.

The air was tense.

Ezrahl lifted her leg, examining the injury with an intent unreadable gaze. There were two neat bite marks around her ankle, oozing dark poisoned blood. 

"...it's not healing on its own," Aesther murmured, fealing a little uneasy by this position, "W-wait, you can leave it—"

But as soon as she tried to move, he pushed her back down on the sofa.

Ezrahl sternly held her, and removed her shoes in a swift gesture. As the leather parted from her ripped flesh, a dull pain throbbed and made Aesther flinch.

"Don't resist, it could be worse." He calmly said, pulling down her socks. 

"I…"

A sharp pain climbed over her leg and Aesther couldn't help but shrink back.