Warrior Cat Mating Stories Novels & Stories

Victor watches me as I giggle. "yes sorry its just your both cute and your dimples probably have she wolfs going insane over you two. Have you been looking for your mates?,I wonder as both sigh and I sit up. "no luna warriors usually don't get mates cause we are fighters of packs and deemed expendable ",Vince looks horrified after he says it and I burst into sobs. This can't be true, it can't be important that they should be allowed to have a mate. "see what you've done you ass you shouldn't have told her that. good going asswipe",Victor glares at Vince.

When the full moon eventually came, screams from two women in two different parts of Naturiah were particularly high in the air because two couples were getting mated. One from the Cougar Clan, the other from the Heart of Naturiah. In the Cougar Clan, Alphose held his woman close as he gave her all that was him. She has never taken all his forms before, but tonight she was going to before the mating ritual is performed. Her sweaty body shook under his, and he could smell her fear too. He whispered words of love and encouragement to her ears as he filled her body from behind yet again and began thrusting again.

All were brutally murmured by those soulless bastards. "That was when we decided to relocate our villagers to the human world. They were also joined by the remaining mated pairs. Each one was gifted a pup. Nineteen strong warriors in training. And a she-wolf.' The last sentence made him turn and directed his fiery gaze on Alpha East. 'A she-wolf?' His rough voice became noticeably softer. A blessing indeed. It was very rare for their kind. "Aye, min kung. The only child of Warrior Ron and Jen."

“Very well. That boy has secrets I don’t have time to uncover. Did you know he was mated to Dara?” My eyes enlarged but slowly dilated. I suspected that they could be mates. “I give them my blessings.” I said humorously. “Will your mate do as well?” he raised a brow. And why wouldn’t she? She wasn’t romantic but she won’t stop her warriors from chasing after love. “I believe she will.” “Good.” He huffed loudly. “Because another warrior of hers was mated to my Delta. And I don’t want hesitations at all.”

"You... you're serious?" "Yeah." I swallowed, the words heavy. "We share a bond. Fated mates. That's why you feel it. Why I can't stay away." Emma laughed, but there was no humor in it. “So, you’re telling me I’m... a werewolf?” Her voice dropped as she looked me over, the disbelief thick in the air. “And what? We’re supposed to just... be together? Just like that?”

Eager to reach the tower and see the woman he’d been yearning for. “Does your little she-wolf know what’s coming?” Rampage asked on the way up. Warlord stared ahead and said nothing, so Rampage insisted. “About the Mating Moon?” “No. She was locked away for all of the ones before.” “She was an innocent?” Warlord’s lips tightened but he said nothing. “Ah.” Rampage nodded. “Before you got to her.” “Is there a point to this little chat?” Warlord’s head whipped to look at the boy who was of the same height.

Kate was practically preening at the thought. She hadn't gotten much sleep though. The sheer knowledge that Laurie was in the other room was enough to keep her up. Kate hadn't put much thought into the things her mother had told her about mates. She knew that it was rare to find one's mate and not everyone did. In her pack, she only knew of two couples who were mated. Her parents and her friends, Connor and Iris. The latter went through quite the ordeal to be together. Kate had resigned herself to the thought that she wouldn't find hers, or maybe she just didn't have one. Boy did Laurie catch her off guard.

His body shivered and he shook it off like he had seen a ghost. “The story goes…” Sam began again “…A long time ago a war of the shifters began when the Wolf king of MacTire was power-hungry and wanted to rule over all the lands, believing himself superior to all shifters. His mate was a were-cat and had rejected him, hating the wolves and his tyrannical ways.

Vaegon says as he places a kiss on my forehead, prompting another growl from Cassius, then he walks away. “Are you both drunk or high? How long has Vaegon been down here with you? What he’s saying is ridiculous. In the entire history of werewolves, there has never been a mating between two males and a female, or vice versa. Mates are two wolf shifters, even if it’s a pairing of two males or two females, if they’re homosexual. This idea is insane. Vaegon trying to save you is insane, Cassius. None of this makes any sense,” I said, crossing my arms and exhaling. “Cassius, you’re going to kill me. Do you understand that? I can’t continue with this. We need to reject each other and end this once

I pick myself up, utterly confused, trying to take in the figure towering over us. It doesn’t take long to make out his features, thanks to the excellent night vision all werewolves possess. I realize it’s another warrior by his attire, one of the finest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s a wonder I failed to notice him before. True, there are thousands of men in camp, but it’s hard to miss such a presence. Perhaps he seems even more appealing now due to the seemingly impossible fact that he appears to be... "How dare you touch my mate!" he roars at a now terrified Dane. "No one touches my mate and gets away with it." With that, he bends down and snaps Dane’s neck as easily as if it were a twi