Warrior Cat Mates Novels & Stories

“The three of us are mates, and our pack is far stronger than your own. You should have surrendered when you had the chance.” The look of surprise on the warrior’s face turns into confusion. “Is that what all the kids do these days? Fuck each other and claim they’re mates? And alphas just because they fuck their alpha?” I grunt. Of course, it was surprising Cedric and Kai were mates, to begin with, so his surprise wasn’t shocking to me. What I find more annoying is his blatant stupidity about the rest of his comments.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

"You want me to betray my Alpha? To lie to Lucian? For what? So you can keep playing your twisted games with katy's life?" " It's not a game," she corrected, her voice losing its playful edge and sharpening into steel. "It's a war. And right now, Katy is losing because she doesn't even know she's on the battlefield. I am giving her a chance and giving you a choice." She pointed out. She took another step closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. The mate bond was a roaring fire now, screaming at me to touch her, to claim her, to protect her from any and all harm…even the harm she was orchestrating herself.

“Jasper, you run a whole shifter training program - you just caught me and prevented me from knocking myself out when I fell - I’m sure you’d be great at taking care of your mate.” Jasper just shrugs. “I’ve never felt like I deserved a mate.” “Jasper,” I say, setting down the pen and notebook and reaching out to take his hand. “Mating is a special connection between two werewolves - it’s not about being perfect, or thinking you’re good enough. If you want a mate, it’s okay to look for that.” “Uh huh.” Jasper pulls his hand away from mine and sticks it in his pocket. He glances around the gym, looking very uncomfortable.

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

"Thanks babe. My name is Jessie...now who are you exactly and why do you have War looking like he's ready to pass out?" Because he was ready to pass out! "Oh War is my mate," Pomelia grinned as she glanced at him and he mentally cursed. Why did his face feel flushed? Was he blushing? Why did he feel so excited that she called him her mate? Jess gasped, flicking her dark locks again. "War? War machine has a mate? I thought you guys weren't worthy of mates...where did he find you? Alpha Khan cleared his throat. "War we have bussines to take care of. Jess can keep your little novice company till we get back."

Seleste’s inner team is with here permanently, but the other warriors rotate monthly. Warrior Peace brings the new warriors to our table and, just as I thought, one of the female warriors is Mason’s mate. As soon as the group walked up to the table, Mason jumped over the table and grabbed this tall, amazingly muscular female warrior. It is a good thing she recognized Mason as her mate, or I have no doubt she would have put my beta on his ass.

The room, now a cozy haven, seemed to cradle them in its warmth, a silent witness to their bond. As Avery drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of her mates, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the moments of peace and camaraderie they had shared. The soft murmur of their breathing, the occasional rustle of fabric, all were a lullaby of safety and trust. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew they would face them together, stronger than ever. And in that moment, she felt truly blessed to have found her place among them, knowing that with her mates by her side, she could conquer anything that came their way.

he says, kissing my forehead. Marking me... Yes I remembered learning about that in school. I would have a sort of tattoo on my neck, a symbol of my mate. I blush. “There’s one other thing that comes with being my mate,” he whispers. “What’s that handsome,” I ask, seeing the wind blow his hair just over his eyes. I reach to move it. “You don’t exactly become a Shadow Warrior but you still take an oath. You might hear things from time to time, you might see things. You might be asked to lend your talents to help, like Katrina does for Chance,” he explains.

The other warrior whose skin was lighter than the other said in one breath. The two warriors had successfully gained Joanna's and Micah's attention. Unknowingly, Micah had found his way to the living room while holding a plate of fries mixed with ketchup. "What! Speak clearly! What is going on?" Alasdair cursed under his breath. Only if he could force out the answer from the warriors mouth, he'd have. "Alpha, the thing is, a female rogue is claiming to be your mate and refuses to leave until she sees you," the darkly tanned warrior announced.