Invisible Knot Novels & Stories

It buried itself in the wood of a support post behind her with a solid thunk. Her knees hit dirt. Her hand landed on another of the small carved anchors at the circle’s edge—a chunk of stone with the circle‑and‑hook gouged deep into it. This one was solid. Real. Someone had taken time on it. Rin curled her fingers around it. It burned cold, like ice instead of fire, power coiled in its inscribed lines. “You had my parents’ story,” she whispered to it. “You do not get mine.” She squeezed.

I just shifted its "centre of gravity." I hummed a low, discordant note, letting it vibrate through the titanium. I wove the frequency of the storm—the chaotic, unpredictable energy of the wind and wave—into the heart of the processor. I created a "Geometric Knot," a piece of structural logic that said two plus two equals five. The violet glow of the conduit flickered, just for a millisecond, before returning to its steady pulse. The system didn't recognize the intrusion; it saw it as a minor atmospheric interference.

A violent, psychic shove. GO! The aster, roots and tiny bloom, is ripped from the sundered cliff. Not into the void. Down. Through layers of screaming rock, weeping memory-vines, gnawing void-stomachs. Down into the absolute dark. Down into the core of the Unraveler’s cell. Its perfect, malevolent negation. The roots hit the impossible, non-dimensional walls of its prison. And… pierce.

The transition from the battlefield of the void to the reality of the Black Ridge was a process of deliberate, agonizing calibration. Elara’s hand, the one that held the dark, pulsing knot of the Shadow-Weaver, had begun to turn a translucent, ghostly silver, etched with fine, black lines like cracked porcelain. The knot itself was a heavy, frigid weight, a singularity of absolute zero that pulled at the warmth of the room.

But this was more, the ritual demanded unity. As they thrust in sync, knots swelling, the air thickened with energy. Kade's knot popped first, locking in her pussy, hot cum jetting deep. Ronan followed, forcing his into her ass, the chain beginning as their knots pressed through her walls, linking. Darius pulled from her mouth, shifting to straddle her back, his knot seeking her pussy alongside Kade's. The stretch was divine agony, two knots in one hole, Ronan's in the other, their bodies forming a tangled knot of flesh. Lila screamed around the pleasure-pain, her body yielding as Darius's knot wedged in, completing the chain: Kade and Darius knotted pussy-to-pussy through her, Ronan's ass k

“Calm down okay, we need to do something fast. You need to go back home, get in touch with Harmony before he uses it. I don’t know what he plans but I am definitely sure it’s not something good. Where is your ring?” Odin checked his fingers and punched the wall, “that idiot Ichabod took it off! It must have been taken.” Rashidat was disappointed. “I caused it. I told him to take it off when bathing. The reason is because we have just few days more to the full moon, it will get weaker if it touches water too often and you guys need it to walk in the sun else, you might have to stay indoor throughout.” “Ichabod is human, why does he need it?”

"Okay, so what do you have on them?" Yes Robert what did you have on the Woodley’s that made you feel so confident about bringing them down? It was a secret he wasn't ready to tell but it made him so happy like he had that final game ending move in chase or checkers am not sure but turns out Robert had a pawn. "For now let's just say I have an inside person, no word to the kids" Norah nodded in agreement. "We've tried this and he flashed them out all of them" "This one is almost untraceable, relax don't you trust me?"

Sanvika moaned clutching onto his t-shit sleeve. His two fingers moved inside her, as his thumb rubbed circles over her clit. Sanvika felt an orgasm almost ready to hit her. A highly pleasured moan came from her. Vivaan groaned and buried his head to the nape of her neck. “Sweets, you are making me go crazy,” He gasped. Sanvika could feel the bulge in his pants against her leg. “Come on, then…” she said. “Get inside.” He shook his head against her neck.

Her second orgasm came harder, faster, shaking her so violently he had to pin her wrists above her head to keep her from falling. And then the knot began to swell. She felt it, thickening inside her, locking them together. She gasped. “What—what’s happening—?” He licked the sweat from her throat, voice distorted but reverent. “You asked for my beast. It knots when it mates.” “Gods,” she moaned. Her body squeezed him tightly as the knot grew larger, locking her wide open. There was no escape. She didn’t want one. “Let it happen,” he said.

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin