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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

The Carnal Cravings

They were darker than blood.

An odd gleam lingered in those giant crimson eyes as they entranced and trapped Aesther in a frozen moment. She could not look away.

Her body was entirely still.

So were her breaths.

Behind the ominous red gaze, there was massive darkness. As if shadows collapsed and stirred, churned and danced underneath. They were broken, rigged, and the rough formless body of the creature spread as far as her eyes could travel.

The shadows reached out towards her as if trying to break through the frozen lake. 

Entranced, Aesther slowly knelt.

Her eyes remained unmoving, and softly, she placed a palm over the ice. It was unnaturally thick and crystallising, carrying traces of her blood and an eerie dull glow.

"What are you…?" She whispered.

A sharp hiss pierced the silence as a crack spilt underneath her palm. Her vision shifted, and an overbearing terror drowned and suffocated her breaths.