Mateless Novels & Stories

she asked, trying to get up, “You don’t have to do that,” “Well, I don’t want to be mateless for this seventh life of mine,” She didn’t catch what he said. However, one word caught her attention, he told mateless? “M-mate, what?” He shrugged as if it was not a big thing, “You felt and smelled that too, right? That tingling sensation, the smell of a sweet lemon and lavender, with honey and a bit of chamomile,” her eyes widened; he just described it perfectly!

Fenris Perspective The stench of this place is overpowering. Thick rot, industrial waste, and rusted metal burn my sinuses, but beneath it all, something miraculous happens. As I tear through the labyrinth of abandoned warehouses, I feel it, a faint, desperate tug in the center of my chest. The mate bond. It’s weak, suffocating under whatever poison they've pumped into her, but the sheer physical proximity of her soul is trying to stitch it back together.

Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate." This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me. I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?" "I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice. The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.

I could feel my heart sink as she spoke, a heaviness settling in my gut that was impossible to ignore. "Mates," she said, the word hanging in the air like a delicate thread, "means two people the gods themselves have deemed to be perfect for one another, two souls intertwined in a way that transcends mortal understanding. It's a connection that is said to be forged in the heavens, an unbreakable bond that pulls these two individuals together across time and space, across lifetimes. It’s a love that is supposed to be pure, untainted by the world's harsh realities. But that’s the thing—love is never that simple, and neither is the idea of a mate."

I an not sure how well my captor can see in the dark, but they seem to be moving with ease, and I don’t want them to know that I am gaining strength. “Mate.” My capture hisses, “People call the mate bond a gift from the Goddess Selene, but I find it to be more of a nuisance as well as a weakness. Without a mate, you have nothing to care about but yourself. Once you have a mate you have someone else you have to worry about. A being who holds thother half of your heart and soul. Without them near you, your body begins to weaken, you begin to lose your mind with worry. The only thing you’re able to concentrate on is your mate and their well being, leaving you distracted and an easy target.”

"Everything is not fine, Matthew. Ever since that witch called Selene blocked the cards, I haven’t been able to go shopping. I was forced to wear this blouse today, this same blouse I wore three weeks ago! I saw it on someone's I*******m story. Mata chimed in, not even looking up from her phone. "My friends are starting to whisper. They’re asking if something happened. Why Mata has suddenly disappeared from Zara, from Balmain, and from existence. I stared at them both. Really looked at them

But she had that power forever, and she wasn’t able to use it, that's all. Because she lacked confidence and trust, I was born MATLESS too. That's why everyone feared me. Matles have much stronger powers because they can choose their own destiny. But then she ended the kisses with a gentle slap to my face “now be careful, I can hear all of your minds clearly. And you for sure. Let’s get married then.” I lifted her between my arms immediately and twirled in circles happily, laughing, “oh my god. I’m so happy. But—”

"Maya, I can’t pin them down! They’re 'Non-Existent'!" ​Maya dived from the sky, her "Solar-Shield" expanding to create a golden perimeter. "They aren't non-existent, Kaelen! They’re 'Pre-Existing'! They belong to a version of reality before 'Solid Matter' was even coded!" She slammed her palms together, sending a ripple of golden light through the floor. "Leo! We need the 'Zero-Variable'! If you don't anchor their frequency, they’ll turn everyone in this building into static!"

He remained silent, his silence speaking volumes. Natasha knew very well what a contract mate was, (It’s a formal agreement between two packs, a deal rare as rarest is struck, when a female werewolf can’t find her destined mate is contracted to an Alpha who is in in need of a contract mate.) But she had never imagined such a cruel fate landing in her lap. First, she was born a half-breed, then she was wolf-less, followed by being mate-less, and now a contract mate. Could fate be any crueler to a single person, she thought to herself as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Oh, honey, that kind of thing doesn’t happen. Once you find your mate, you don’t ever want to leave them. All you want is to be with them. There is no denying the pull of your mate. It just isn’t possible.” Her mate had rejected her. He hated her. He was disgusted by her. No one could ever find out. From the high of the transition, Maya hit the low of this intense secret. She could never tell anyone she had found her mate, or that her mate didn’t want her. ★★★★ Five Years Later