Invisible Knot Novels & Stories

The sound of a system receiving a load it hadn't been designed for — the specific involuntary vocalization of something being pushed past its capacity at speed. Garrett's hand tightened on her shoulder and she grabbed the railing and she didn't let go of the lens. She didn't let go of the lens because Silas was at the other end of it and the node was activating under her projection and if she let go now it would all have been for nothing and she was not letting go. The Echo poured in. In the vault below, Vane's violet-silver eyes began to show in Maya's. Not gradually. The violet crept into the silver ring at the edges, the Drive's signature bleeding through the frequency bridge between the

He had learned his lesson the hard way during his first sparring with the high priestess. Eleand hardly closed his eyes. He fought the ice worms from his cognition. Until he finally witnessed them turned to steam. The ice worms evaporated because of black fire. Bewilderment painted in Enkille’s face. His mind was clear again. But there was another wave of ice worm, again and again. His jaw clenched as he focused on an invisible enemy until all were dispersed because of the black thing shielding his head. “Spectacular!” Enkille smiled. Her eyes invoked admiration. She sat beside him and tapped his shoulder.

"I just want to know why. Why do you want anything to do with her? She's just a human. I'm sure you can get any woman you want, please leave her alone." Alpha Blade thought for a bit. Could he really trust this man with his secret? He knew he couldn't hide it for long. "I would leave her alone, but the mate-bond won't allow me to do that." Nathan's eyes widened when he processed his words. "Mate-bond? You're- She's your mate?" "Don't go around telling anyone. Not even her. I'm trusting you with this." "But- How is that even possible? Werewolves and humans cannot be mates."

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Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

I needed to break free from the shackles that bound me and the Rogan leader held the key. As I lay down still lost in my thoughts, exhaustion finally claimed me, and I succumbed to the temptation of sleep. ************** ************** The week ran down quickly and it was finally the long-awaited weekend. But the excitement was a bit tempered by an unsettling feeling- I was being watched. Everywhere I went or whatever I was doing, I sensed unseen eyes lurking in the shadows. The sensation made my skin crawl. I pushed my unease aside and focused on the task ahead. I dressed as simply as I could, hid my weapons, and walked out to meet Ethan. With a deep breath, I stepped out into the evening.

Marcus glanced up from his computer. "Ooh, whose the admirer?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Shut up," I laughed, but my cheeks flushed with pleasure. I carefully untied the simple white ribbon, my fingers fumbling with anticipation. I lifted the lid. And my smile died. Nestled inside against a bed of stark white tissue paper weren't roses or tulips. They were flowers I'd never seen before. A deep, bruised purple, almost black. The petals were waxy and sharp, the stems twisted and thick with thorns. They looked... violent.

The mere thought of that annoyed him. The top was a sheer bralette with crimson lace cups edged with delicate scalloping; it had thin spaghetti straps. The matching panties were in a thong style with a high-cut waistband; the front had a tiny teasing triangle of lace that barely covered anything. Especially him that had a boyish dick. It would definitely slip out from the supposed triangle coverage. The back was a slim string that would clearly vanish in his ass once he wore it. The sheer stocking clipped to a garter belt, the suspender dangled down. Rory thought he had wasted time looking and admiring the set until Nicholas voiced it.

Sharp stormy blue eyes despite the softness of morning light. But I know better. There is a flicker beneath the surface. Anticipation. Cassian comes behind me holding a metallic black box. He unwraps my hair and begins a hair care routine I know nothing about very carefully, section by section with bottles and different combs from the black box. He applies a what looks like a light oil, diffuses the curls just enough to enhance their natural fall without taming them completely. Wild. But disciplined. I close my eyes and let him do his thing.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.