Unbreakable Knot Novels & Stories

Anyone that crosses me will rue the day they were born,I thought with a sinister smile. After untying my hands,I slowly crack my neck from side to side, reliving the kinks in my neck. I feel the fear in the air as I crack my bones. I slowly stood up from the chair I was tied to. A menacing grin on my face. I was a sight to behold. I grabbed the blindfold and with one single tug,I removed it. I opened my eyes slowly, taking a while to get used to the bright white light and the natural light filtering through the window.

"Stop making this any harder than it is. You know we don't have a choice." Theoretically, we shouldn't have a choice. We both received a phone call from our respective Consiglieres that the twenty years alliance between our mafia families had just been broken. The reason? I couldn't even fucking concentrate on hearing the details after I was told that my marriage, along with every person who had intermarital relationship with the other mafia had to sever ties immediately. This night was the worst nightmare of my life.

I amused myself with the thought that they didn’t expect an ass-kicking, lying nun to know anything about medicine. I cut some threads of my dress while I once again estimated the situation. My particular skill set did allow me to block his nerves, and the procedure would be pain-free. Especially taking into consideration that the lighting of the setting sun could be treacherous. But if I did that, I had to paralyze him from the neck down, and that was too dangerous. I had no choice but to do it the old-fashioned way. But somehow I doubt that he would want it any other way anyway. “If you have a happy place, I suggest you go to it,” I said, and turned to him again. “This will hurt.”

Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds. I sat down, legs crossed, and started reading again, my eyes scanning every line like my life depended on it. “Some bonds, when corrupted, can become toxic. If left unbroken, they may feed off the host’s pain and madness…” “To break a bond safely, both parties must agree and be present. If only one person wants the bond severed, the process becomes volatile…” A chill ran down my spine. That’s exactly the problem. Ariel would never agree to break the bond. Not now. Not when she had her claws so deeply buried into Dane’s heart and mind.

Above them, the sky stretched wide and endless. And somewhere deep beneath it all— The bond pulsed. Unbreakable. Unchosen. Unstoppable. 🩸

The combination takes me apart in about six strokes, coming into his fist with his teeth sunk into my neck and his knot swelling inside me, bigger than it’s ever been, and it feels like it's never coming down. Like he's finally found a way to stay inside me forever. Then he goes still. Not the fighting-it stillness. Real. His whole weight comes down on my back. I have to brace, but I can take it. His face is in my hair. His breathing has gone deep and even for the first time in four days. "Noah." My name. But it's not the rut saying it. I turn my head as far as our position and the knot lets me and his eyes are gold.

“The two ends of the fabric become one, encircling the essence of the pack to which you are sworn. To complete this union, you must remove the ribbon without breaking the circle or your bond.” I swallowed, lifting a shaking hand to complete the ritual. Lucas and I had to work together. The ribbon had to be specific way to ensure the knot remained tied and our arms stayed in place. We couldn’t let go of each other and we couldn’t let the ribbon fall. I leaned on Nova to help me remember the sequence. One wrong move and it all good go wrong.

But as we stood there under the moon — bound in a way neither of us fully understood yet — I couldn’t ignore the flicker I’d seen in his eyes before. That edge. That intensity that ran just a little deeper than it should. It wasn’t darkness. Not yet. But it was powerful. And powerful things, if left unchecked, could become something else entirely. Kael reached for y hand slowly this time. I let him take it. The bond pulsed warmly between us. Steady. Bright. Unbreakable. I didn’t know then how much that word would come to haunt me. Unbreakable. Because fate has a cruel way of testing things that believe they can’t be undone.

"What?" "Triple bonds don't have time limits. They break when the person at the center breaks. When their heart can't handle the strain. When fear wins." She comes closer. "Your mother knew this. That's what she was researching. Not how to make the bond permanent. How to help you survive the breaking." "You lied to us," Kieran says. Voice shaking. "You said we had to choose. You said it was law."

Smack in the middle of the page is an article titled 'The Knot: Myth or Reality? I blink at the screen, my brain tripping over the words. 'The Knot - Rumoured to be a unique feature of male werewolves in both folklore and popular fiction, the knot is said to form at the base of…' Nope. I force my eyes away and scroll the mouse until I hit the bottom of the page. This is stupid. That is just a weird site for people who dream about shirtless wolf-men claiming them under a full moon. It's got nothing to do with Thorne. Nothing to do with me.