Warrior Cat Mating Stories Novels & Stories

"What the hell?" Arlin reached out, taking her hands in his and pulling them to his lips, kissing each claw tenderly. When he pulled her hands from his mouth, he said, "It happens, Little Warrior, with humans. The mate bitten takes on the animal of the mate who bites her." He looked up into her eyes, doing his best to make his expression reassuring. By her wide eyes, he assumed he hadn't pulled it off.

Now I know where. Warrior’s are usually the offspring of high ranking creatures. The firstborn always follow their parents, and the rest become warriors to feel useful. Especially for women, if they don’t find their mate when they’re of age, they’re considered disgraceful. “It was her choice,” he answers. I can see he’s telling the truth. I don’t think she has a mate, so becoming a warrior is her only option if she doesn’t want to be looked down upon as a failure.

Actually, I want to become a fighter in the castle for the King, but it's not bad to try this pack. *************** Zeus Point of view I look up at the sky and enjoy the quietness of the night. She's our mate, you need to find her. My wolf said. He became distant from me the day I said to my mother that I didn't need a mate. I know that if I find her I will reject her because Father had already settled and planned my wedding to Loui. It's nothing to me since I don't care who my wife will be. I'm a royal; we don't usually find our mate because we don't usually go out and we’re busy with our duties.

I whisper before carrying her away from the carnage. Authors note: I won't touch on this in the story, so before anyone asks.....yes, we had a werewolf with a human mate. He was actively going between the realms looking for his mate while training to be a warrior for both realms. Many of the wolves wanting to be warriors did this instead of just living with the human race while looking for their mate. Please like, comment, and Review.

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?"

Short Story's Blurb: As the only Alpha’s daughter and second child, Rhiannon has no choice but to marry the Alpha her father has arranged for her after she found out her boyfriend, Beta Homer, had been cheating behind her back. But when she meets her mate, who was revealed to be a Rogue—and worse—her fiancé’s half-brother, everything turns to unexpected. Even with this, Rhiannon finds her strength in both men while constantly maintaining what her father (and pack) demands of her. But then, her ex-boyfriend had chased her back again after finding out Rhiannon that she's the subject of two brothers' rivalry.

my mother breathed, tightening her hold on the baby, her voice a shadow of its former strength. "Marcellus was my true mate, but I met him too late. Your father and I, both in our mid-twenties, had given up on finding our true mates. At an all-Alpha meeting, I encountered Marcellus, an unexpected guest since his pack was distant. He was there seeking aid because his pack had turned on him upon discovering he was the illegitimate child of the grand wizard. Despite being their Alpha, they sought to kill him. To our astonishment, Marcellus and I were true mates. Overcome by instinct, we mated in our human forms, but our wolves took over our bodies.

"In ancient times, before humans knew about werewolves and tried to slaughter us all, every werewolves had their mate. A fated mate. A chosen mate was rare, reserved only for widows and widowers. Once a wolf turned eighteen they moved out of their packs, and went hunting for their mates. It took years for some, while it took some found them within weeks. But it was a pride for werewolves to find their other half. The person the goddess had simply created for them. But after the war, mates started being rare, and soon they were long forgotten. That's how the season came about, but you Eveline are a fated mate to Aiden. You have a bond even you two can't deny. Your souls call to one another, a

Dark hair fell across his forehead, and his steel-gray eyes surveyed the pack with the calculating gaze of a born leader. Our eyes met across the clearing, and I watched his nostrils flare as my scent reached him. For one heart-stopping moment, recognition flashed in his gaze—primal, intense, undeniable. The mate bond snapped into place between them like a golden thread, binding our souls together in the way of our kind. But instead of the joy I had dreamed of, instead of the rush toward each other that every mated pair experienced, Hunter's expression hardened into something cold and distant. His jaw clenched, and he deliberately turned away from me.

He tells me with a smirk. “Oh, do not worry about that. We have witches mated to Vampires too. Mateo is mated to a male warlock so that will be interesting to see.” I say with a sly grin. We headed out, not knowing that My Mia had listened to the conversation with a small smile on her face. ☙☫❧