Animal Knot Novels & Stories

But all annoyance fled, replaced by open-mouthed shock, as I reran the search without any filters. Okay, so somehow I’d made it twenty-five years without ever knowing that alphas had…a knot. A knot? I read the description I’d found on one of the many websites that had popped up, my eyes widening and widening. Because, what, the evolutionary biology powers-that-be had sat down and said, “You know what? Alpha cock just isn’t big enough. Let’s make it get even bigger once it’s in there. Huge! And also, since alphas don’t already have enough advantages in size and strength and everything, the knot’ll keep their mates from getting away. In case they’re still conscious. LOL!”

he asks. “A knot,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. The sparkle in his gaze tells me he already knew what I meant and wanted to tease me. “It’s only Carnage Alphas that have them. And only Carnage Omegas can accept them.” “Accept them?” I repeat. “When we fuck normal wolves or humans, our knots stay at the base,” he explains. “But when we take an Omega, the knot connects to her, creating a bliss unlike any other. Or that’s what I’ve heard and now observed, anyway. I’ve not yet experienced it for myself.”

I prefer carrying her anyway, so this works for me. ‘You said we would only knot her sometimes. Does that mean we can control it?’ I ask my wolf, hoping I won’t put her through that again so soon when I finally get my hands on her how I want to. It’s weird referring to my wolf and I as ‘we’. It was always me, and him. Two separate beings, but now it’s starting to feel like we are united, especially when it comes to Rose. ‘We will knot her and crave her when she is ovulating. Her hormones will very literally drive us mad with the need to breed her. The claiming knot is a one off.’ He tells me, his thoughts seemingly somewhere else.

“But the Mirror put its hand between us, and he let it. I know he’s trying. I know he is. But I can’t be the only one reaching.” I nod. “You won’t be.” I let my palm slide open on my knee, a quiet vow. “We will tie a ritual knot when the sun is full—bondwork meant to ground, not to claim. Nothing he can bristle at. Something he can stand inside without feeling like he’s failing by accepting help. I’ll ask Stratton to stand with him while I stand with you.” She exhales, a sound like a body remembering how. “Thank you.” “Again,” I say gently. “Another strand.”

Smack in the middle of the page is an article titled 'The Knot: Myth or Reality? I blink at the screen, my brain tripping over the words. 'The Knot - Rumoured to be a unique feature of male werewolves in both folklore and popular fiction, the knot is said to form at the base of…' Nope. I force my eyes away and scroll the mouse until I hit the bottom of the page. This is stupid. That is just a weird site for people who dream about shirtless wolf-men claiming them under a full moon. It's got nothing to do with Thorne. Nothing to do with me.

Not at all. My throat was red raw, and my eyes started burning, but I just hugged my legs tighter to my body and bent down. It's not fair. It's not fair. I repeated it, over and over, blood bubbling in my veins as my chest heaved. I wanted to yell, push my window open and yell to the whole pack, but what's the use? My fate was already sealed. *** /glossary/ • knotwhore: (here) a degrading term used for omegas who take delight in engaging sexual activities, especially various Alphas knots.

Roxanne's Point of View After Arshana showed me this so-called Gordian Knot, I was left speechless. Embarrassment swallowing me for judging their beliefs that seemed to be truer than ours in the future. Arshana told me that the Gordian Knot was no ordinary knot—it was a tangle so complex, so twisted in upon itself, that it defied the very idea of being untied. Legend says it was tied by King Gordius of Phrygia, an intricate weave of rope that symbolized the chaotic entanglement of fate itself. It was said that whoever could unravel the knot would rule all of Asia. The Gordian Knot represents a metaphor for thinking outside the box, for decisive action when faced with complexity. I once heard

He stepped by me, placing a hand low on my waist, and took the purple rope, unbinding it slowly. “Spread your legs amator meus (my lover).” I did as I was told, opening my legs to hip width, watching him closely. As he unfurled the rope he draped it around my neck, the rope hanging to the floor and pooling there. It was soft against my skin, sliding easily as he crossed it at the base of my throat, tying a knot there with the four strands, 2 on either side. He then split the strands and pulled them slightly to the side, making a pair of knots, once finished crossed one set across my back and the other through the valley of my breasts. In the center of my chest, he made a knot there, with a s

*** "Mama! Mama!" Rachel startled when she heard Sky's voice from outside the window. Before she could get up from the chair, Sky already rushed in and hugged her. "Mama!" Rachel chuckled lightly. “Honey, why are you here? And why do you look so happy?” “Look at this, Mama. I have succeeded in making many kinds of knots.” Sky showed a twig covered in strings. “This is the basic knot, noose knot, square knot, and this is the most difficult knot. I failed many times. Luckily, Uncle Ed patiently taught me.”

The feel of the fiber against my skin caused an involuntary shiver. "What is this for?" I asked, turning my face toward the bond that now connected us. "You need to be linked so you don’t get lost during the crossing," explained the sister with celestial eyes, her voice sounding natural but heavy with meaning. "We call it the Knot of Infinity. One begins exactly where the other ends. One completes the other. They are continuous links, alive, pulsing together."