G'night Mate Novels & Stories

"Mate!" My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a lightning strike—Rain, my best friend since childhood, was my mate. Time seemed to freeze as our eyes met. The world around us blurred into nothing, and there was only Rain, his laughter, and the way his hand ran through his hair. My Lycan growled again, affirming that this was no ordinary connection. Rain was truly my mate. "Cody!" The sound of my name, a distant call, pierced through the surreal moment. Rain tapped me on the shoulder, breaking the spell. The touch sent a surge of electricity through me, a jolt that made me shiver.

(Nikki P. O. V) Later In night I laid curled up on our bed my head under the pillow but it didn't drown out the noise happening two doors down. Is that what mates are like, now I'm kind of glad I was 2 months old when Cole found me. A muffled moan came through the wall followed by a deep growl, did they have to be so loud? I was going to give Stella and her newfound mate an earful ... tomorrow I heard our room door open

Delilah's POV Tuesday morning dawned gray and overcast. I woke to my alarm with the brothers already gone, nothing left but the lingering warmth of sheets and their scent on my pillows. My phone showed a text from Mateo sent at three AM. Mateo: We wanted to come to you last night. Couldn't risk it with your mother home. Miss having you between us. I stared at the message, my chest aching. I typed back. Me: I miss it too. See you at training tonight.

They can’t be if they are already each other's. Cam- Ready to meet our mate? Temperance- So, he is here? Cam- Yep! “Cam says my mate is here,” Temperance smiles at Sebastian. “Cole says the same thing,” Sebastian smiles at Temperance. The clock rings midnight, and the pack gasps as both, Temperance and Sebastian, say “MATE.”

"Probably something about the pack alliance." He nodded and stood to leave. Just as he reached the door, I looked up and met his gaze. "Aiden," I said, my voice dangerously soft. "Your scent… it's almost identical to his. Are you sure you're not my mate?"

“We’re under attack!” My expression hardened instantly, the lingering thoughts of Evelise vanishing. “Who?” “Red Night,” Mateo choked out, wiping sweat and dirt from his brow. “They breached the eastern boundary! They slipped past the patrols—there were dozens of them!” “Red Night?” I hissed as dark fury flooded my veins. “That damned group dare step foot on my territory?” “They want your mate.” Mateo continued, discontent etched on his face. “They won’t stop until they use her against you. They will steal your redemption or until you die.”

Suddenly, I recalled hearing some news some time ago about the death of Asher's mate. After about five seconds, I snapped out of the thoughts that had gotten me busy: "Who's Alpha Asher's mate?" I asked, "The last time I remember, they said Alpha Asher's mate died one time like that," I said, my tone ringing with curiosity as I tried to wrap my head around the exact year I heard it.

Her scent was alluring and the connection we had as Mates were growing stronger. And I knew for a fact, on that night, she was indeed my Mate, my Luna. The night went on with us rocking the bed, draining our energy losing to our sexual desires. I might not be able to mark her that night, but I knew I will not stop until I succeed. She will forever be mine!

And once he understood that she was the heart of their connection, he mirrored that love in every action. The night held a delicate beauty, filled with promise and tranquility. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the perfume of wildflowers and fresh earth. Liam took another deep breath, a wave of anticipation rising within him, knowing that this night would shape their futures. He was determined to stand by Niylah’s side, supporting her as she embraced her new role, proud to call her his mate.

Why is my Mate on a poster? I pull myself far enough away from my wolf to remember how to read, and my heart cracks, bleeds and trickles away through the paving under my feet at what I read. My Mate is not “a musician,” she is a star, a headliner, a top billing. I’m using the shelter to hold myself up as I shakily make my way around to the inside and sink onto the narrow bench there. I don’t have much data allowance left on my phone, but I use it all now looking up my Mate, on the Internet.