Invisible Knot Novels & Stories

After thirty minutes soaking in the scented water the aches were starting to go away and the tension in her muscles ease. So, Kingsley thought he could try and ruin her. She’d never backed down from a fight, but she didn’t go about things the way this man did. Fighting dirty is okay when you are in a street fight but otherwise, she fought a fair fight. When she climbed from the tub and checked her watch, she realized it was still early.

"Get down on your knees and crawl over to me." I cast a glance at the wall. Blake couldn't see him, but I did. Rhys didn't move from his position, and it looked like he had no plans to. Sluggishly, I moved till my knees were on the floor, and even slower, I got on my fours and crawled to him. Don't feel. Don't feel. I chanted until those words became etched in my mind and my body and mind began to merge, at which point I became a puppet with him as my master.

And running through it, so fine you could take it for a crack, a single dark line that went in at the top and came out at the bottom and went in again, over and over, the way a lace goes through a boot. "That's it." Artemis knelt. "That's the whole of it. It's one cord and it's been fed through that stone eleven hundred times and it's been tied at both ends and the ends are inside." "Inside where?" "Inside the stone, Alpha, I don't know how, I've been asking myself for two days." He put his palms flat against it. "You don't need to know how. You need to know that it's a knot and it's got a shape and the shape wants finishing."

“That's good enough. If i could hurt someone untill they're unable to move their feet and their body, that enough for me.” “You did hurt that guy that tried to assault me.” Emily rolled her eyes, “Your punch weakened him beforehand. You're not heartless to let a sixteen year old deal with a grown ass man.” Violet sighed, “Fine, you got me. Do you know how to knitt or apply needle on clothes to make a design?” “Yes but I'm quite sloppy so I haven't used a needle in like four months.” “Get back to it.” Emily groaned as they arrived in front of Seven nails grandle shop.

I utter as I look at my naked reflection on the mirror. I see that necklace I am still wearing that is on its latest evolved appearance, a jade chain embedded with different color of gem stones and with a pendant of jade dragon curled on a circle like a medallion. This necklace, what is the relevance of this necklace? Why do I feel like somewhat this necklace is not an ordinary necklace? I feel like with this necklace I am not alone. It is as if I am with someone. Is this necklace something relevance to my journey in Evetora?

He pursed his lips at me. "Shes none of your concern, Hazel is a spy and has been working for Cage for God knows how long. We're under attack-" Before I could get another word out Doc mind links me. "Alpha I found a connection, This infection isnt new, I've had it once before. Shes been poisoned with liquid venom from a vampire. How she got it I have no clue but I need a vampire and an old one at that to heal her. Their blood ith a few herbs is what will give her a fighting chance." He cuts the link as I assume he's busy with her and Bellamy both being in bad shape.

They point to a half-started weave. It’s darker than the others. Unfinished. Coarse. I stare. They nod. “Mine?” I ask. A woman with silver scars along her knuckles lifts a strand—black as ink, streaked with something that shimmers like regret. I touch it. It sings in my bones. Low. Raw. Like thunder with nowhere to go. I weave one knot. Just one. And the silence that follows feels like absolution. Or maybe warning. Maybe both. --- Corrin catches me watching the baby again.

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. I had never felt this helpless in my entire life. Gosh, I hated this feeling!

But others served a different purpose. I selected a needle made of crystallized shadow, its tip sharp enough to pierce reality itself. In the right hands, it could sever connections that went deeper than flesh and bone. "Tell me," I said, returning to Ronan's side, "what do you know about mate bonds?" His eyes tracked the needle with growing alarm. "Stay away from me."

If he’s still fighting against whatever invisible enemy is clawing at him. His fingers twitch against the armrest, knuckles whitening, muscles rigid. His chest rises too quickly, like each breath is a battle. I wait, heart in my throat. And then—slowly—his body loosens. His shoulders drop, no longer locked in that unforgiving frame. The shaking in his hands ebbs, fading little by little, until his fingers finally fall still. A heavy breath escapes his lips. His eyes remain closed for a second longer, as if clinging to the darkness. Then they snap open—slightly unfocused, hazy, like he’s just surfaced from a nightmare. His jaw tightens. Frustration flickers across his face.