Warrior Cat Mates Novels & Stories

he says, kissing my forehead. Marking me... Yes I remembered learning about that in school. I would have a sort of tattoo on my neck, a symbol of my mate. I blush. “There’s one other thing that comes with being my mate,” he whispers. “What’s that handsome,” I ask, seeing the wind blow his hair just over his eyes. I reach to move it. “You don’t exactly become a Shadow Warrior but you still take an oath. You might hear things from time to time, you might see things. You might be asked to lend your talents to help, like Katrina does for Chance,” he explains.

"Can you believe Beta Rowon punched warrior Darius in the face?" “Yeah, I thought it was a rumor! Weren’t they best friends?” "Apparently, they were both fighting for her." Her? Me? I nearly missed a step, my heart thudding in my chest. Rowon punched Darius? That doesn’t make sense. Why would Rowon do that? Unless... unless he knows. Knows Darius is my mate. A low growl escaped my lips before I could stop it. My wolf was pissed. She surged forward in my mind, snapping at me for caring about Rowon when Darius—our mate—was involved.

The other warrior whose skin was lighter than the other said in one breath. The two warriors had successfully gained Joanna's and Micah's attention. Unknowingly, Micah had found his way to the living room while holding a plate of fries mixed with ketchup. "What! Speak clearly! What is going on?" Alasdair cursed under his breath. Only if he could force out the answer from the warriors mouth, he'd have. "Alpha, the thing is, a female rogue is claiming to be your mate and refuses to leave until she sees you," the darkly tanned warrior announced.

The thought alone made my wolf stir restlessly inside me. He growled low and deep, a sound that rumbled through my chest like thunder. I could feel his anger, his fear, his desperation to run after her. This time, I didn’t try to calm him down. I couldn’t. He was right. Kat was our mate—our other half. She was everything. And she was out there, surrounded by enemies. “Get the elders to the war room,” I said, my voice coming out rough and low, almost like a growl. “And get the warriors ready. We’re going after her.”

"My mate is not going to be dumb." "Details, shmetails," shrugged Carter. He leaned back on the wall opposite to her, with a smirk on his lips. "You might believe that your mate will be a knight in shining armor, Darling. But I need to warn you that sometimes mates are not exactly the same as in your dreams, they can be quite cruel and ruthless. Greedy and selfish for the sake of protecting their peace. Maybe they will let go of you, abandon you, leaving you alone forever. While you wait for them to give a bit of their sympathy to you, they could ignore you and go out to play. Their essence might be engraved in your bones, but the same isn't necessarily true for them."

One of the warrior answers. “When we find our mates, or we realize that we are mates after knowing each other for years, a bond forms. An invisible bond that pulls at us until we become one. Not just us but our wolves. We can feel each other’s pain, fear, sadness, and happiness.” Another warrior says. I glance to see if they are putting two and two together but they still looked confused. “Our mates become our world. Our entire universe revolves around them. There is never any feeling better than finding our mates.” Father answers.

None answer, until one of them opens a private mind-link. ‘It’s Hera,’ the warrior explains. ‘Her mate has been killed.’ The words ring through my mind with horror. I cannot count the many times I’ve heard the statement before. But only now I feel its true consequence. Only now, I feel the bond of a mate myself. Hera is one of my best warriors, a woman whose mate was also in my army. Though at first, many questioned having a woman among the ranks, all went silent when they witnessed her skill. It opened the door for many other brave women to become warriors. Hera and her mate had been fighting side-by-side for years.

Allison remembered him as her fathers friend, Mathew Whose son was trained with Mason and used to patrol the pack territory with Mason. “Is that true that the enemy you are talking about is the Dark Lord from the dark walkers kingdom?” among the crowd, Noami dared to question her Alpha with bloodshed eyes. She was the strongest female warrior and was a leader. Losing a mate is worse than death and Noami could feel it. She had gone through various painful concussions for the past week. But one could tell if your mate is dead or not. You feel that unbearable pain. Alpha Ralph stared at her and then his pack members in deep thought before breaking to them.

She asked after a long pause. “A mate is more than just a romantic partner – they're a sacred bond, a lifelong companion, and an integral part of one's very existence. Isn’t just someone you love, but someone you can’t imagine living without because separation not only hurts, but kills the werewolf. They're the calming presence that soothes the beast within, and the loving support that nurtures the human heart. To us, finding one's mate is considered a sacred gift, a once-in-a-lifetime chance at true love and companionship. To us, a mate is not just a partner – they're a fundamental part of one's being, a missing piece that makes the whole.”

I asked him, a bit puzzled. Usually any warriors with mates are given more leaves than the unmated one, although the unmated ones are allowed to leave the base to socialize for a day or two before returning to the base. All warriors are also not permitted to leave at the same time, leaving the base empty, the pack vulnerable and among other things.