Warrior Cats 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.

At least, not until she could make her mind up about it. *~~~* Viper breathed in his female’s scent and was sure that he was not the only one that could smell it. By the mating musk he inhaled off of many of the other warriors, he knew he was right. Viper let a loud growl rip from his lips. An open challenge to anyone who thought his mate was available to them. His challenge went unanswered, and Viper smirked. Cowards. Making his way over to where Kenzie stood, he placed his hand on her waist and pulled her to him. "I won."

I fucking don’t want a storyteller, I need to vent on my sworn enemy right now! “And I found out we are mated.” She finally got straight to the point. I must confess too, that got to me. Aiden is mated? No, wait! Aiden is mated to her right after the death of his mate! I started laughing again, all these sounded funny. It felt like a joke. “He killed Diana.” She spilled yet again and the laughter died at once. “Ooh!” I found myself saying instead. “He had to.” She was defending him this time.

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.

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. ☙☫❧

He teases me waiting for it to happen. Suddenly, I TURN! My fangs glisten as I grab him forcing him down onto me, my growls match his own. We mate in a frenzy of animalistic desires, I turn over to all fours, and he mounts me.. his cock pushing into my wet warm pussy as he stretches me to my limits. after an hour of mating, we are exhausted and dripping wet with sweat. we lay cuddled in each other's arms. 'The Mating' completed. His cock is still buried deep inside of me As we drift off to sleep. The whole kingdom knows that we have mated and now I am his forever..

" The warrior said as he gave Atticus a guilty look while scratching the back of his neck. "So, how many of you guys are there?" "27." "Do you have a lot of unmated people?" The warrior asked and Atticus raised a brow. "I have a few. Why? Are you looking for your mate?" "Yes, I am! I've been looking for almost a year. Man, isn't that a long time!" The warrior said and Atticus pressed his lips together. "Yes, a very long time!" Atticus said sarcastically. 'If the kid only knew what a long time really was.' Atticus thought and internally groaned as the questions kept coming. The more the kid talked, the more he wondered if this was Harris' version of Tristan.

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.

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

“My wolf wants you because you are my mate. Not because of your bloodline. If I only wanted a cure, I would have left you on that altar. I didn’t. I broke myself to get you off it.” I looked down at the bandages on his wrists where the iron anchors had cut to the bone. He was telling the truth. He had bled for me. The stubborn wall I kept around myself cracked a little, and that frightened me more than any assassin. “Then let me have a real choice,” I whispered. “Stop ordering me around.” A small twitch moved at the corner of his mouth. “Fine, wild cat. You have a choice. The bed or the chair. But you are not leaving this room tonight.”