G'night Mate Novels & Stories

Like a splinter you can’t dig out. The dreams kicked off three nights ago. First, just flickers—silver flashes, a voice sharp enough to leave a bruise, laughter that made his spine twitch. Was it good? Bad? Hell if he knew. Last night, though? Oh, it got real. That dream felt like someone else’s heartbeat was thumping right inside his chest. Creepy, but also kinda awesome. He’d jerk awake, gasping like he’d been drowning. No point denying it anymore: he had a mate.

"She's true Abell blood. You? You're just her mom's distant cousin—a tagalong nobody the Pack took pity on. Did you actually think I'd become your mate?" Lena went ghost-pale. She was a distant cousin from my mother's side. After her parents died, we took her in like family. I gave her everything—let her have the spotlight, the praise. And still, she clawed for more. Even my mate. Now, exposed in front of everyone, the stares and murmurs hit her like daggers. "I'm not a tagalong nobody! I'm not!" she cried, shaking, voice cracking with panic. Kain scoffed. "You think I don't see it? Your blood, your rank—nothing stacks up to Eve. You're not even worthy to be her servant, and you thought you

When I arrived at the Gilmore estate, Erik was standing at the gate, clutching Audrey's hand. The two of them sized me up with mocking eyes. "Tsk, tsk… You say you won't choose me, but you're scared something might go wrong at the bonding ceremony in two days, huh?" Erik sneered. "So you had your parents pressure me into marking you during the engagement party instead? "You plan to get marked early so you won't have to worry about any last-minute surprises, huh? Elsa, I actually thought you had a backbone, that you might really refuse to be my mate. But turns out, all those harsh words of yours were just empty bluffs."

I mumbled, struggling over all my words like I had knives in my mouth. She slowly lifted her head, blinking at me stunned, before letting out a breathy laugh. “A one-night stand?” she repeated, then shook her head. “God, Amaya…” she ran a hand through her hair and exhaled. “He’s not just some random guy. He’s… my mate.” My eyes widened. “Your what?”

“There is no title or rank between mates. Dennis is your mate and you need to start giving him his respect as your man. I don’t care if you are older than him, it’s his right.” Ignoring the woman, Genevieve’s fingers wrapped around Dennis’s neck so tightly that the man’s eyes popped in shock. “I am older and I am stronger, you were bred by two human parents that were turned nightwalkers, how can you be my mate? I am considered a very strong woman, how can I have a mate as weak as you?”

Her tiny voice brought him back to reality. Giving the little girl a sad smile before opening her mouth to say " she is my mate" " mate? What's a mate?" The girl ask the question that was in her mind. Mates are our destinies given to us by the moon goddess which we are to love and Cherish for the rest of our lives. Us wolves have mates and this makes it easy for us to know our soulmates. Epie made an o but no sound leaving her mouth "but she is dead" she said the obvious

He said as if that meant something. "What? What are you talking about?" "You're my mate." "You already said that. What's exactly is a mate?" He stood in the middle of the room. "A mate is someone who you are destined to be with for the rest of your life. It's why you feel the sparks when I touch you or why you're always thinking of me." "Who says I think about you?" I snapped. "Do you not?" He eyed me.

"What's wrong? You look scared." I forced a smile. "Just some boring grown-up legal stuff, sweetie. Nothing for you to worry about." But that night, Mateo's screams woke us at 2 AM. "No! Don't take me back! Please don't make me go back!" I reached his room first, finding him thrashing in his bed, caught in a nightmare that was all too familiar. The moonlight coming through his bedroom window cast strange shadows on the wall. "Mateo, wake up. You're safe. You're home."

he smiles earnestly, “sweet dreams.” As the bedroom door clicks closed, my flowing thoughts gush like an unblocked waterfall as I listen to my mate's receding footsteps fade away into the night. Stricken in shock, I fall to the mercy of my throbbing head while dazedly questioning what the hell just happened. Struggling to grasp whether this is reality or not, I timidly raise my hand and pinch the skin on my lower arm—yipping from the sharp squeeze, floored with disbelief that this is even happening. Flopping back, I ignore the niggling whimsical of uncertainty regarding what awaits me after uncovering this revelation; ignorantly paying the voice of reason no attention while allowing an unfig

Then she choked, crying, “Ti cheri, my darling girl, how could you let them-“ “It’s too late for your friend to help me, maman. I’ll hang up now.” I turned off my phone. We were close to my new home, so I took a deep calming breath, resolving not to think any troubling thought for the rest of the evening. Then something came to mind. "Nasir, what's a mate bond?"