Who Is The Protagonist In 'Dormant Constellation'?

!! Mature content 18+ !! Contains violence, abuse, sex and death. ----------------- Hidden in the dark of the forest, lives a small community of Weres, known as the Tri-Moon Pack. For generations they remained hidden from the humans and maintained a peaceful existence. That is until one small girl throws their world upside down. After saving the young woman from certain death, the Alpha-son, Gunner, brings her home. Bringing along a mysterious past and possibilities that many had long since forgotten, Zelena is the light they didn't know they needed. With new hope, comes new dangers. A clan of hunters want back what the pack has stolen from them, Zelena. With her new powers, new friends and new family, they fight to protect their homeland and the gift that the Moon Goddess has bestowed upon them, the Triple Goddess. ---------------- He pounded into my hot core, slamming my back against the tree with each thrust. I moaned and growled loudly while clawing at his back. His bare chest was right in front of my face and I couldn't stop myself, I lifted my mouth and sunk my teeth deeply into his flesh. He hissed and growled and slammed into me harder. The taste of his blood was intoxicating and made my head spin. He grabbed my hair and pulled my teeth off his skin and bent my head back to look at him. His blue eyes were dark and full of lust as a glint of silver flashed through them. ---------------------------------- Book 1 - The Moon's Descendant - Told by Zelena and Gunner. Book 2 - Mother of the Moon - Told By Zelena and Lunaya. Book 3 - Twin Moon - Told by Zelena and Whiskey.

In a bleak future, the man with everything wants one more thing. Her. Tiernan is a man with everything, and he’s not used to being denied what he wants. When he sees Madison from a distance, he makes the arrogant decision to take her. Her family needs her, but she has little choice except to become the Commander’s new companion, albeit reluctantly. Life in the hub of power isn’t what she expects, and neither is Tiernan. He’s dark and demanding, but there are flashes of tenderness that have her falling for the man she glimpses inside the cold and exacting commander of their territory. Which Teirnan is the real one—the tyrant or the tender lover? At first, it seems impossible that she could ever be happy with the man who forced her to give up her life, but feelings grow between them. Their relationship reaches a fragile new level that could deepen to something neither expected, if betrayal and treason don’t separate the lovers.

In a world where cultivators risk everything to attain immortality, Wen Lihua has spent years chasing power and burying the pain of betrayal. Once a gifted disciple, she was falsely accused, cast out, and left to rebuild her life from nothing. Through sheer determination, she rises to become one of the most formidable cultivators in the realm. Yet no amount of power can erase the memory of Shen Yijun—the man she loved and the man she believes abandoned her. Reserved, powerful, and burdened by secrets, Shen Yijun has never stopped loving Wen Lihua. When fate forces them back together, old wounds reopen and long-buried feelings ignite. As dark forces threaten the cultivation world and ancient conspiracies come to light, they must fight side by side to survive. Between dangerous trials, stolen moments beneath the rain, and a love that refuses to die, Wen Lihua begins to question whether immortality is truly worth the price of a lonely heart. Filled with emotional tension, unforgettable romance, second chances, and a mischievous fox spirit who steals every scene, Beneath the Immortal Sky: A Heart Left Burning is a captivating slow-burn fantasy romance about love, sacrifice, and discovering what truly makes life eternal.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

On our son's fifth birthday, the three of us went to watch a meteor shower. In the middle of it, my husband answered a phone call and left in a hurry. Late that night, our son had an asthma attack. The only medicine he needed was in my husband's car. I clutched my son and ran through the empty wilderness, stumbling in the dark as I called my husband over and over again. All I got back was an icy message: [Something urgent. Do not disturb.] The next day, he finally called. However, the voice on the other end was not his. "Last night, my dog suddenly fell ill and died. Elias was worried I wouldn't take it well, so he stayed with me all night. He has just fallen asleep. If you have anything to say, you can tell me." I stroked my son's pale, bluish face. "Tell him," I said, "we're getting a divorce."

For the ninth time, my wife chose to have an abortion for the sake of her ailing first love. This time, I did not stop her. Even when my grandfather flew into a fit of rage, his heart faltering as he called me a disgrace to the family, I stayed silent. The truth was that I had already decided to divorce her. In three days, I'd be leaving for Westmarch to begin my research. Until then, I have decided to grant her every wish. If she wanted me to hand over a promotion so her first love could take the credit, I gave it up without hesitation. If she wanted to bring him home to rest, I vacated the master bedroom on the spot. She beamed with satisfaction, praising me for finally learning to be "sensible." She promised that once he recovered, she would give me a child of my own. However, what she did not know was that there would be no next time.