Invisible Knot Novels & Stories

He follows the grooves to the base of a birch, and that's when I get it. Under the man, under cold dirt and a dead phone and all that furious wanting he hauls around, there's a new thread, and it sends my instincts snapping upright like a struck wire. Old and sweet and rotten. Magic. The bad kind. Only a few miles from where my pack sleeps and I didn’t know about it until now. Sloppy and irresponsible. I should have investigated this better myself. The scar over my eye, the one that hasn't so much as itched in three years, goes cold.

What had been empty void before now had anchors. Each toppled pillar, each carved wolf, each dark sigil, became a node in the lattice. The threads I’d seen hanging abstractly in the sky in my nightmare now ran through stone, into earth, up through the soles of my boots. The central knot—me, collared girl and crowned woman bound together—hung not in empty air now, but directly over the middle of the platform. Right where an old moon had been carved into the floor and then slashed through with curse‑marks.

And I'll keep standing here, even as Kaiden chases her with obsession, and Nyxon with guilt. Because what I gave her... wasn't a mate bond. It was a home. (POV: Mina) The corridor inside the Umbra Knot felt like the body of a living creature. The walls throbbed gently, shadows watching my every step. Violet light pulsed from the cracks in the stone, reflecting my half-shifted form—blackened claws, silver eyes that would never go back to how they were. "Is this place... made of shadows?" I asked softly.

His eyes, a startling shade of amber, held a stillness that felt ancient. “I need a cover-up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He shrugged off his leather jacket and revealed an old, poorly done tattoo on his left pectoral, right over his heart. It was a mess of faded lines, but beneath the jumbled ink, Sloane could see the faint, elegant shape of a Celtic knot. “Something to bind it. To make it permanent.”

Every string tightened around The Glassworks. Liora hovered, restless. She tried to memorize the map, tried to find meaning in the colored pins, but her mind kept spinning back to the last sound of Wren’s voice in the smoke. Mama? She startled when Ines spoke. “It’s almost elegant,” the woman murmured, gesturing to the cluster of pins. “Every move, every exchange, spiralling toward this one point. Like a spider pulling threads to its web.” Varian was already strapping on a holster. “Then let’s burn the web.”

“And yet, here we are. My foolishness has caused me to bring you aid.” I say nothing to that. After all, she is not wrong. Don't misunderstand, I am a firm believer in the goddess, I just… the thought of following blindly, especially in my seat of authority doesn't sit well with me. It's a very risky thing to do. “Can you just tell me what is wrong and how I can fix it?” I ask, already tired of the conversation. “From my observation, this is caused by an aconite knot or thread,” she starts. “It is when a dark witch, like her, inserts a trace of her blood onto her… subject.”

CHAPTER 72: BREAKING THE BOND JORDAN: When King Kenan told the priestess to begin, she moved with surprising speed. She grabbed a bowl made of a hollowed-out wolf skull and filled it with a thick, black liquid that smelled like copper and vinegar. She motioned for Catherine and Denzel to stand back-to-back in the center of a chalk circle. “To tie a knot is easy,” the priestess chanted, her voice growing deeper, echoing off the stone walls. “To tear it apart requires the breaking of the thread.”

Rileys eyes blinked open. She felt groggy and unsure of her surroundings, just like every other time she woke this past week. She couldn't remember where she was, she felt dirty and cold, she couldn't even feel her wolf Ava anymore. Her flesh burned with every movement she took. Was this a dream? Had it all been a dream? She looked around and noticed it was a dark room with no windows, like she was in a basement. The room felt wet and cold. She lay on a bed and noticed a metal chain attached to her ankle. There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed.

It hums through the bond like a heartbeat. I lie there for a long moment, eyes still closed, breathing it in. Letting it roll through my lungs and settle in my chest like something I never want to let go of. I can feel him, really feel him now. The bond we’d tiptoed around for weeks has finally settled into place, stretching between us like a current—alive, tethered, undeniable.

only to find our faces inches away OMG my heart is raising so bad right now..we were so lust into eachothers eyes and i felt like there is no going back to what is about to happen We were already so connected now..like never before He kept coming closer and gently..as something immediatly surrounded us like the forces in the Blackwhole (this is a dark circle found in space..with a luminous light within and very powerful forces in the middle of it..this forces are the most powerful forces in the universe)