Destiny Knot Novels & Stories

The next thing I heard was his footsteps retracting from where I was laying hopelessly on. “Come back!” I shouted, feeling scared of being abandoned in somewhere I had no idea of. I struggled more than ever with the knots binding my wrists. “You can’t just leave me here! What do you want from me?!” A door slammed against the wall of the room after the man walked out. My heart dropped. He had left me alone here, but the smoke of his cigarette still lingered, Intoxicating my nerves. I wanted to leave this place so badly, but how will I do that when I couldn’t even see where I was, let alone unbind these silly knots restricting my wrists and ankles.

Her gown was just as striking. It was a deep midnight-black silk, cut in a structured silhouette that skimmed her body without clinging too tightly. The neckline was a soft square that framed her collarbones and the ruby pendant resting just below. The back dipped slightly lower than the front, revealing just enough to be alluring, with a subtle slit along one side that allowed for movement, revealing a glimpse of her leg when she shifted her weight. James blinked, his grip on reality catching up with him. By God, it really was her.

“Even the ones meant to stay buried.” She stepped forward, the threadlight figure at her side, the knot hovering between them like a sun being born. “This door was never meant to stay closed,” she said. “You just didn’t want to know what waited behind it.” Aelrian laughed, but the sound cracked like ice beneath weight. “Then let’s see what your ‘knot’ remembers when we cut it open.” He raised the timeblade. The knot pulsed once—then shattered into radiant threads, not breaking, but unbinding.

“But can it still happen if the pair aren’t fated mates?” “No,” Orun answered, his tone final. “That has never been recorded. Knotting is strictly reserved for mates chosen by the goddess.” That answer made Aria’s stomach flip. Her voice came out before she could think to stop it. “But what if… it did happen? And they weren’t fated mates?”

It was three days away and he couldn't have it screwed up now. "Destiny, why don't you get her to go out and maybe get a dress fitting." "Are you sure?" "Yes." Destiny now had to get Crystal out and get her fitted for a dress. She needed to think of a way to do it so her father wouldn't know that she told her already. She would be glad when this over and they were happy again. She needed to know that everything would work out in the end. She needed to still have faith in the mate bond.

Below her, demons howled, clawing up the cliffs with maddening hunger, eager to consume the last light that dared defy them. She had finally found Tamera after weeks of futile searching. The rings had led her here—not just symbols, but echoes of essence. They pulsed with a magnetic pull only she could feel. The moment she slipped them on, her heart tugged toward Tamera like a compass finding home. But something felt wrong. Too easy, Destiny thought. Too still. No time for doubt. Tamera was close. Now, Destiny defended them both with the last of her light. "Where are you, Argun?" she whispered, her hands glowing white-hot. "I don’t know how long I can hold them back..."

And it all had to do with one word: DESTINY. Oh no. Oh great God no. Garrix quickly pieced it together. Zayne and Scarlett had crossed paths. And without even knowing it, they've known eachother's pheromones. And if they don't reconnect soon, they'd rather break every bone in their body before die trying. It was by nature for two beings to be bound by destiny to become... ...to become... ...to...become-- "Principal Garrix?" Kairos pulled his sleeve like a child. The said man blinked finally once out of his thoughts. He recomposed himself, letting out a short dry cough. "Yes, Ms. Finnegan?"

“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.”

We tumbled over the cold paving, our labored breaths and grunts filling the air. Just as Ronan's fist connected with my jaw, I caught a movement in the water. Stars exploded in front of me, blurring my vision. And then, in that moment of disorientation, I realized Destiny was no longer there. Ronan's scream of her name snapped me out of my daze. Without hesitation, we both plunged into the water. I reached her first, her waterlogged clothes dragging her down towards the pool's depths. With all my strength, I broke the surface, cradling her limp body in my arms. Ronan emerged, gasping for air, and rushed to the pool's edge, extending his hands to take Destiny from me. I hesitated, unsure.

A clean slate in the form of a child. "The Trinity Knot is a beautiful bridge," Lumi said, her face twisting into a sad, ancient smile. "But the Moon requires a vacuum to rise. And you three are far too loud." She pointed the knife at me. "Choose which one dies first, Amara. If you don't, I'll take them both and leave you to watch the world turn to salt." I looked at Kael. I looked at Ronan. They were both gasping, their lives tied to a thread that was now a fuse.