The “werewolves exposing themselves to humans” trope is a difficult one for me to appreciate without an extreme level of thought and sophistication. (The author’s treatment of this “coming out” wasn’t horrible, and had plenty of political and personality-driven machinations, but for those plots to be very enjoyable to me, I yearn for a very significant and deeply well thought-out world building and story. The reasons why werewolves remain hidden for so long, how they’ve interacted with and affected human events in the past, and why they are coming out now are massive questions that are difficult to answer in a short romance. For example, author attempted to address some of this with comments about World War I and the War on Terror, so kudos for at least trying to put such a earth-shattering, seminal event into some perspective. But to me this ices over World War II and the Cold War, which to me vastly, vastly larger threats by far to both humanity and especially werewolves’/supernaturals’ position and stake in the world.) Again, my respect to the author to at least try to address this, even in this particular case it did not really enhance the believability (or suspension of my disbelief) too much for me personally.
Dean beamed as the little girl was passed into his arms. He cradled her, running his hands over the slickened wings that were so tiny that they appeared fragile. Her eyes met his and a smile formed on her face followed by a little chiming laugh.
Omegas have gone missing over the past century, but that will not stop Emperor Drocco from finding his. He enlists the help of renowned historian, Cailyn, a strong-willed Beta female. She is not at all a suitable mate for an Emperor… but the longer he spends in her company, the more she stirs something within him like no other ever has.
Nine months after breeding season has ended for the nagas and several heavily pregnant nagas – male and female – could be seen moving about their territory. Many have already laid their eggs while others are still heavy with their unborn brood. As a young, mateless king, this is Adonis’s favorite time of the year, when so many nagas are heavy with eggs and babies.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Adventure – Harry P., Draco M. – Chapters: 38 – Words: 79,868 – Reviews: 957 – Favs: 3,510 – Follows: 1,074 – Updated: 9/6/2006 – Published: 6/19/2006 – Status: Complete – id: 3000477
NYPD Detective Alec MacAidan has always been good with weird. After all, his life has been a string of the unexplainable. But when an injured man gives him cryptic clues, then turns to dust in front of him, Alec’s view on weird is changed forever. Cronin, a vampire Elder, has spent the last 1,000 years waiting for Alec. He’d been told his fated one would be a man wielding a shield, but he didn’t expect him to be human, and he certainly didn’t expect that shield to be a police badge.
“Where do I start? Everything that applies to slash applies doubly to Omegaverse. The power dynamics and how they are balanced out. The projection of female issues on the Omega – like pregnancy, bodily cycles, being penetrated, being (in many fics) seen as “inferior” in strength or social status. The eroticism that stems from the pure need of heat. The Alpha as the ideal male – protective, fierce yet caring, driven mad by his desire for the Omega, and ultimately a provider for his family. I could go on…” (merlenhiver, female, 30-40, Germany)
I can understand the hesitancy of reading if this trope is new to you, it was brand new for me. But I can say I highly recommend it. I will definitely be seeking more of this type of universe, both from this author and others.
Unbeknownst to the laboring man, Joel had set up cameras in the room and was now currently sipping wine out of a glass, enjoying every second of his live footage. He saw as the man gripped his egg-filled stomach and pushed, panting and groaning as the egg slowly came out of his hole. The small, cream-colored egg dropped out and the man caught his breath before yet another gush of fluids came out from his sore opening and he was at it again.
But you couldn’t move out of his way. How could you? You had to rescue Kaneki from Yamori despite Ayato yelling he was dead. You could remember Touka’s distraught face when she tried to attack him but you stopped her. You became angry he was trying to tear down her strong will. She was his sister after all! What an arrogant prick.
fell in love with both Rocco and Kade and the doggies (including Mr. Lulu) and Luna (Rocco’s sister) and Poppy. I liked the first story in the series but absolutely love this one, it’s going to be difficult for Odin to top this one!
“Could be a number of reasons, it’s his first child. Generally speaking, first time labor takes longer. Also, Sam maybe a carrier but he’s very…manly, so to speak. He’s pelvis is shaped much closer to a man’s than a woman’s. Don’t worry though, both Sam and the baby are alright and he’s dilated eight centimeter now so there’s that.”
Knowing he wanted it out quickly, Adam beared down yet again pushing, “Aaahhh…gawd…..oooohhh…..unnnhhhh….!!!” Adam pushed and groaned feeling the egg getting almost half way out before he had to stop to catch his breathe.
Như chợt nhớ ra điều gì, cậu thiếu niên chạy đi rồi quay lại với mấy cái khăn trên tay. Xong xuôi cậu ấy cởi luôn cái áo vướng víu trên người tôi. Thế là tôi trên như nhộng, nằm trên sô pha nhà người ta chờ rặn đẻ.
I’m not really sure if that does…I don’t really think it does qualify. Does he give his seed to basically feed the egg? Because if his seed was required in order for the egg to be formed, then it would count as mpreg I think. However, if it is just to nourish the egg similar to say food or water for humans, then no, not mpreg.
Red Henry is the life of the party in the local dragon community, with a long string of omegas vying for his attention. But something’s wrong. His endless nights of partying, and squandering his hoard on material possessions, is covering up a deeper need…a need he can’t admit to himself until the day he saves Kit.
Harry huffed in irritation and climbed slowly from the bed. He walked to the fireplace in their room, spelled a fire, and called Madame Pomphrey. For some reason, though, she wasn’t answering the firecall in the infirmary.
A widowed, straight alpha needs a nanny for his child and discovers an estranged, single, and straight omega. What are two straight men to do, especially a desperate employer and an employee who needs a job, when the pheromones start to drive them wild? Is it the mating drive or the mutual respect that could overcome the “not my type” and “don’t jeopardize the job” vibes between the two?
Is the world really falling apart? Is the ideal of progress obsolete? In this elegant assessment of the human condition in the third millennium, cognitive scientist and public intellectual Steven Pinker urges us to step back from the gory headlines and prophecies of doom, which play to our psychological biases. Instead, follow the data: Pinker shows that life, health, prosperity, safety, peace, knowledge, and happiness are on the rise, not just in the West but worldwide.