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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 · Fantaisie
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The Black Rains

A‌ ‌terrifying‌ ‌roar‌ trembled the skies.

The‌ rains had caused half of the city to be submerged under the lethal waters. The black surface eerily gleamed under the light of distant rift and rippled beneath the faint drizzle.

A few remaining ghosts scurried across the waters, holding desperately to their runes.

The ghost lord was sitting outside an old shrine. His face was pale as he quietly said.

"Thank you for your help."

"You need to rest," Ezrahl indifferently replied as he stared at the dull glow of the rift.

The Ghost Lord nodded.

He had burned through his spiritual energy too much to force the ghouls back inside the rift.

They will not be able to pass through again for the time being.

Ezrahl supported him silently as he brought him inside the shrine.

The few ghosts inside watched with mixed emotions behind their gazes. They were all different from any normal ghost.