Werewolf Mating Season Novels & Stories

I need time to process all of this. “Werewolves are similar to wolves in one very important way. We mate only once in our lives. We believe that our mate is shown to us by the moon goddess, and we can smell them from the moment we are anywhere near them.” He sighs deeply as he studies me, and then it hits me. “You think …” I point at him and then at me and then at him again, gaping like a fish out of water as he nods.

“So?” He took a deep breath and decided to say it in one go, “You know werewolves are -um-like-animals too…”I blinked at him several times in confusion but he continued, “Any werewolf over the age of 24 goes through rut and heat too. The females have heat cycles and the males go through rut! I mean, the unmated ones do. If you’re mated it works differently but if you’re unmated over the age of 24 you get these mating cycles to cope up with the absence of mate and wolves spend that time with a sex partner.” He gulped, “It’s important to do that…” He looked away. I wondered why he was telling me that all of the sudden, “You’re twenty one right?” I asked as I tilted my face slightly.

"Tell me, Fiona, what exactly have you heard about it?" She looks at me now, capturing my eyes with her warmer ones, a small smile forming on her lips as she replied "it is a time where a lot of young wolves from the ages of sixteen undergoes heating. This heating happens when it is time for them to mate with a partner. The mating ceremony is to enable them to find each other easily. A lot of things also takes place at this events. Many mates who find each other tends to mark their mates, as a sign of ownership." I was impressed. She did know what she was saying but of course this was every average Werewolf's knowledge.

Hitler was still sitting on the bed when he came out and he went to sit with the man. "You do have a mate right?" Jake suddenly asked immediately he sat down beside Hitler. He needed to be sure and when the man said he did not, he asked him why. Werewolves always find their mates the moment they turn eighteen. Hitler told him that Lycans' mating system was not the same as that of werewolves, he told him that Lycans can spend a lot of time in their lives waiting for their mates, some do not have to wait that long because they find their mates earlier, they are the lucky ones.

The act calms both of us down, and as he starts stroking my hair I understand why the mate bond is so sacred. He starts to further explain what being in heat means living up to his promise, “So I know it seems scary, but it’s a natural biologic process for werewolves that makes sure out species survives. Being in heat is the she-wolfs bodies way of telling her mate that they need to complete the mating and marking process. We had believed before that this was the only time she-wolves could get pregnant, but we now know that the time around the full moon is also a time of high fertility. Also being in heat puts all unmated males around you into a frenzy which can make this a very dangerous t

As its body grew, its hair and claws grew longer, and its slender face grew a long snout. Beneath his graying fur and piercing gaze, he was much more imposing among his people. He howled and everyone fell at his feet. His senses were infinitely more developed. He sniffed the place since he had a very keen sense of smell once transformed into a wolf. There was the smell of Skylar and other not very clear smells, smells that one had tried to camouflage. There were also traces of fierce fighting on the ground and the surrounding trees Blackmoon's alpha pondered and came to a conclusion, if Skylar was dating a lycan she had met him on their territory.

It was the day of the mating ceremony. Kaizen sighed as he looked up at the dark sky. The moon's light was gentle and it shone brightly on the crowd of werewolves that gathered around the bonfire. It was that time of the year when werewolves who were of different ages and came from different packs came together to find their mate. The time of year when strangers become bonded forever. The worries and cares of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the present. The bonfire and the moon. He was envious.

Her hand began to heal—one of the perks of being a werewolf. Xylah's eyes had unconsciously drifted toward the clock. It was 7:27 pm, and by 11:30 pm, the family would be at the palace for the annual mating season, where everyone from all over would come over in search of their mate. Hopefully, she would see her mate also; she had just turned sixteen last week, the official age to meet your mate.

He chuckled, "Yeah. You become naked." "Oh." I said quietly. Jeffrey chuckled. "Oh, and when can a werewolf hear each other entirely?" I asked. "When they're officially mated." "Like when they bite each other?" I asked. "Yeah, you want me to demonstrate?" he asked, smirking. Before I could respond, he dipped his head to the crook of my neck and started kissing my neck. He nibbled my neck and collarbone. I blushed. I could feel my breath quicken.

When I think about my predicament and question why I don't have a wolf, my sense tries to reason with me while comparing me to them, but I never discover an answer as to why others have wolves, and I don't. My phone rang, signaling that it was time for my class to begin. I told myself that I still had one last hope and that my misery would cease when Edward declared me his mate. Werewolves find their partners on the 'Red Moon Night,' which occurs only once a year. Anyone over the age of nineteen will discover their partners on that night. Though I am not yet nineteen, I have one more year until I reach that age, and I hope to experience the mate link once Edward makes me his mate.