Novel & Cerita Envy Fullmetal Alchemist Gender

"Okay, fine. But please, just one last question before we go back to the water. There are male mages, right? It's not just women?" "Sure, they exist," Elder Kaelith answered, nodding slowly. "But in my long experience, the men tend to be significantly more brash, stern, and wicked with their gifts. Mage powers are inherently a women's thing because the energy itself is naturally soft, soothing, and receptive. Even when our magic is loud and destructive, it is a smoothly raging inferno. I guess the men, in a desperate bid to compensate for that softness and retain their masculinity, overdo it. They end up becoming mean and power-hungry."

Heh. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and I—Hagakure Sorahiko—must have completely lost my damn mind. Please call me Sora, my only friend calls me Sora. I'm Sora and I am a male omega. Yes, you heard that right I am a male omega, I have heats, I have a womb but luckily for me. And no, I do not have a period, cheers to all the females out there. Honestly, being a male Omega is hell enough. I cannot imagine having a period on top of that.

Before I could respond to him, Marcus beat me to it. “Come on. Viktor. We all know his genes are different from Aithan's. He's an Alpha, after all. Your son Aithan is a Beta. You can't cheat nature, you know? Despite how much you want your son to be an Alpha, he can never change his second gender. He's —”

I tab my hip with my forefinger and look away for a moment. “ Who are you? Are you the General of this Kingdom’s Army? If yes, then I don’t care because you know, I am in the higher rank! I am the King’s woman and you are my guard right now. Even if you were not my guard, you would still be below me just because I am a Lycan Princess. Unless you are a Lycan male— “ That’s right! Realize that and stop talking. I am and will always have a higher rank than you because I am a Lycan— ”

Elena POV "El! El! ELENA! Please just stop for one second." Nate pleaded. He was a tall boy with sandy hair and green eyes. He was built of Alpha blood, so he was tall with a muscular body given from birth. He always had kind eyes though. Most Alpha's radiate power making them self-absorbed and cocky. Nate had Alpha blood, but was raised to be a Beta.

I insisted. Ace playfully pouted. "A boy," he looked at me "Girls can be very scary." "Oh please," I rolled my eyes and adjusted my head on his strong forearm. "You're just a mean Alpha. How scary can a girl be? She could be a little princess " He chuckled lightly, "I would love any gender that comes from you. I've just always fancied a son as a first child," his fingers massaged my scalp. "I need a man who would protect my mate and girls whenever I'm not around."

"Hey, just because I am funny, doesn't mean that I do not understand stuff. I bet you didn't realize that we Agostis are the descendants of the male werewolf and therefore we are stronger, than those Americans who are descendants of the she-wolf" That earned him a tap on his head from Avo. "You have proved Omerta right Draco!" Avo exclaimed, "My dear boy, Gods did not differentiate between man & woman, they made both of them strong, but it's stupid teenage boys like you and some insecure fools who believe men are stronger." I giggled at Draco, oh he deserved it. "The two genders might have different types of strengths but that does not make one superior. You did get one thing right, we are s

She had Adira, Alice, Nathan, Camden and Maeve and now she has Alexei, he was her knight in shiny armor. “I love you so much and I love her too, or him but I’d prefer a her to be honest.” He laughed and Valerie joined in. “Wolves firstborn are usually a He.” She pointed out and he nodded before looking like he’d just realized something. “But you’re a She.” “I’m different.”

“You’re both alphas from powerful and respected packs. I’m honored my daughter has your loyalty—or your matebond. But understand this: what you feel may not be real.” “What do you mean, sir?” Enzo’s voice dropped. “My daughter was born with a gift. Or a curse. She carries a rare enchantment—one that amplifies her allure in the eyes of men.” He said it with the weight of a leader. But inside, the girl in me—the one who just wanted to be seen for who she really was—screamed. Why did it always have to be someone else explaining me? Why did my own voice feel like it was never enough?