Werewolf Mates Novels & Stories

He begins to explain which did start to make some things start to make sense, I kept hearing the term Alpha being used but I didn’t have any idea what that meant or who that was. “Now I am able to explain more, every werewolf is gifted a mate. A mate is two separate individuals who were picked by the moon goddess to be mates, they are soulmates and werewolves spend the first portion of their lives searching for their mates, they aren’t complete until they have. You’re my mate mi amour.” He tells me dropping the biggest bombshell he could, I stand up from the bed and shake my head, I definitely, wasn’t expecting this to happen and honestly, I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. “How do yo

I hope my mate will take me for who I am, broken on the inside and on the outside. Werewolves have their mates or soul mates. The person who will complete them and love them; their other half; the love of their life. It was a really magical thing to see werewolves find their mates. The dreamy little look in their eyes. They said when you find your mate; you will smell the most intoxicating and delicious smell ever. Then when you look into their eyes, the whole world stops around you. When you touch your mate, every little accidental brush on the arm and every little touch, electricity will be coursing up your skin. Sending tingles into your veins.

"Well . . . I want to know what 'mate' is. Like, what does it mean?" For a while she just sits there frowning, making me feel so dumb I want to disappear. But then her face clears up and she asks, "You mean in the Werewolf context, right?" "Yeah," I lie. "I just saw it somewhere and I got curious." Juliet smiles. "Okay. Well, a mate is basically a life partner for Werewolves. You see, they bond for life. They only get one chance to claim someone as their permanent partner, and they will love that partner for the rest of their lives. Some Werewolves do break that pact, though. I honestly don't know what happens to those who do that. All I know is that they're supposed to be bonded to one pers

Lydia cocks her head curiously, “Explain that concept.” I sigh and fold my legs under me as I unfold a shirt and look at it, it would do as fitting cloth for now, “Werewolves have mates, that one person meant for you for life and when they find each other they are inseparable. It’s a connection much stronger than the one you felt when you walked into the camp.” “So, the fiancée that…” “Yeah, he was my mate,” I admit and I go ahead to tell her what really happened. Lydia listens quietly till I am done.

"I'm half human and half werewolf. I still don't have a wolf since I'm not fully mated to my mate." This information is new to her. No wolf can procreate to human. Except for witches. She might be part of witches. "Which pack are you from? We need to call them to pick you up." I said. "I'm Stella from Full Moon pack. My mate is the Beta there." Stella said. "Are you done talking to her? Can you talk to me know?” Gabriel asked. "I don't want to talk to you. Go back to your whore Gabriel." I said.

He was thought about it at such an early age that he could probably recite the textbook definition of what a mate was. Werewolves are supernatural beings who have predestined mates. Mates that their souls, hearts, and mind are all bound to. Once they set their eyes on their mate, they could not take it off. They won’t be able to stop staring. Nothing will be as beautiful or as handsome as their mate. Once they touch, they would feel a spark of electricity. They would feel feelings and emotions that are both deep and very unexplainable. A werewolf will feel an irresistible drawn to their mate. And no matter what they do, they can’t remove the very deep feeling of affinity towards them.

He again begged, staring silently at his mate, watching and waiting. What felt like eons, she finally relented, giving a slight nod, as acceptance goes, that was all that he could hope for in that moment, she could have kicked him out, without hearing out what he had to say, so this was better than the alternative. “Werewolves are not mythological creatures as everyone seems to think, supernatural’s exist, despite what everyone believes.” Deciding to start simple and from a factual perspective, “For each supernatural there is a other half or as we call it a soulmate. Now, not everyone is lucky to find theirs, some never do find theirs or fate takes her time in revealing a true mate. Some sto

So I visit blogs of fanatics and hard-core fans to grapple as much as I can to at least, bolster courage before the smirking faces of my friends. Well, I do know about ‘Mates’ and stuff. A werewolf could be either mated to a human or a wolf. And the thing with the ‘Mating mark’, which gives the human mate fast healing and rids illnesses and disabilities. It’s a form of the mating process and keeps other wolves off your mate. It comes in the form of a bite to the neck or shoulder. “What?” I rub my neck subconsciously. If unfortunately, I do end up as Henry’s mate…Alpha’s are on a whole new level of extreme possessiveness and over-protectiveness. I wonder where he might want to bite me.

He sneered, and I sighed deeply, looking down at the ground. "You know I'm going to reject you? You know, I'm still going to kill you." He huffed, and my heart was seared with pain. His words were like the stab of a thousand swords. My heart was shattered into pieces. I had seen many people find their mate and become the happiest werewolves. Mates are like the werewolf's other half; they are the source of joy for each other and will go to any length to make their other half happy.

Jasper retorted. "Was he from the other pack?" This time, mum dragged her gaze at me. I know she will not stop until getting any from me. This time, I know she will be more strict and informative when it comes to the man of my life, especially when it's the two of us left now. However, Jasper simply ascended the tip of his shoulders when all he knew was that we, werewolves, are of the same kind. Monsters under the full moon. "Don't worry, mum. There's no chance that we'd be together with this man. I know nothing about him. And I'm not gonna mate someone I barely know." To end this nonsense conversation, I dragged Jasper to the dining area, leaving mum alone in the room.