Unbreakable Knot Novels & Stories

They always leave… they always leave me… Everywhere I turned there was collateral damage. I couldn’t not hurt someone – including myself. There was this myth that in an ancient city, there was a puzzle called the Gordian Knot. Hideously complex and thought impossible to solve, prophets said that whomever untangled it would become the ruler of Asia. For centuries the knot remained intact until Alexander the Great came along and tried – and succeeded by slicing it in half with his sword. Cheating, maybe, but nobody said that cheating was out of bounds.

“In this circle, with these witnesses and the goddesses we serve, I pronounce you handfasted—united until your romantic love ends.” We pull our hands free and tie the ends of the cords together, forming a Mandala Knot—also known as True Love’s Knot. It’s enchanted to remain tied until our love fades. Mikela finishes, “We thank the goddesses, the spirits, and all gathered here. And now, Freya and Nathan—may love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you roam. May peace and plenty bless your world, and may all life’s seasons bring joy that endures. You may now kiss your handfasted.”

Unbreakable. Forever.

But at last I heard my mother say the following words: “Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread.Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it’s really there. Love is inside.”

"Isn't your whole schtick that you are going to sacrifice yourself? If I don't get executed because someone finds out I am helping you, I would very much like to live long enough to save my family, if they're still alive." "You're right, but I think the key to this would be something simple to undo, a bind breaker that would be readily available to each of us, but sturdy enough for daily wear. Or maybe enchanted to only break if the wearer truly intends to break it." picking at my eggs absent mindedly, I sift through my memories of my time with Imogen, Phoebe, and the memories Athena lends me, before landing on something I'd seen in the runes with the soul witches.

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Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

This moment will represent the years to come that we will share unconditional love that we will give to one another. The moment they are sharing is going to be noticed by others they love. But it represents a subtle moment of love, warmth, trust and devotion between two people that cannot be more profound. The moment is simple, for heaven sake they stood at the Justice of the peace. But it was unassuming, unremarkable, and almost indiscernible to people like the Kincaids. But it was super special to Ross and Tippa.

"A mule is a cross between a horse and a donkey. It's bigger than a donkey and has a more docile temperament than a horse, but it has one fatal flaw." "What's that?" Noah asked, intrigued. "It can't have any offspring." Noah wasn't as naive as he looked. He quickly caught on that his bastard father was insinuating that Aaron wouldn't have any future children. How his bastard father could get away with being so sharp-tongued and still be alive was a miracle. As Xavier was about to leave, he paused and asked, "Between Aaron and me, who's better looking?"

"Good, you'll catch a cold." He said, pulling her hand and placing it on the buttons of his shirt. Charlotte's hands were weak and limp, the buttons that she usually had no trouble undoing seemed to be playing tricks on her at that moment. After struggling for over ten seconds, she still couldn't untie it. She ran out of patience and looked up at Leandro, saying, "Can't untie it." Leandro leaned down and kissed her, then unbuttoned his shirt. Charlotte watched as those long fingers skillfully flipped the buttons, her eyes blinked, and she couldn't help but think of a certain late night, those long fingers beneath her.