Wolves Knot Novels & Stories

Men and women meant to keep the peace during the day. The horse’s fiery manes began to crackle as I neared. I was almost certain their twitching ears and thrashing tails weren’t a good sign, but I had no clue what to do. I’d only ever been around wolves growing up, certainly not horses. Cursing under my breath, I wracked my brain for ideas when the memory of those creatures I’d freed popped into my head. They’d been surrounded by an emerald glow that Azrael insisted had come from Kasar.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.

He’s going to knot me! ‘DAMN RIGHT!” He roars as he sinks his teeth into my neck, claiming me. I can feel the knot grow full force. I have the feeling of it entering my womb. It feels like it explodes and feel stuck as I feel something sink into my womb like an anchor and wedge me to him like a vice grip takes over. I fell to the bed with him cradling me. He nuzzles my neck and I feel my wolf spark to life as she does something unexpected. She sinks my teeth into him. I feel ourselves connecting and I feel his knot explode again as something sinks into my womb and attaches somewhere like something being glued to the walls of my womb. My wolf nuzzles him and she’s prancing around like a happy

A third with Celtic knots that, when you looked closely, formed the silhouette of a running wolf. Then pendants. Five variations, each unique. The one she'd just finished. Another with a wolf's paw print that held a small sapphire in the center. A delicate piece showing a wolf mid-leap, suspended in silver. Bracelets next. Linked wolves. Geometric patterns that suggested pack bonds. One stunning piece with alternating silver and gold links, each holding a tiny gemstone. Finally, earrings. Dangling wolves. Simple studs shaped like paw prints. Elegant hoops with wolf designs etched into the metal.

“Wait… please let me stay like this. Usually wolves knot during sex and that means staying in this position for a while, so… I’d really like to stay like this for a bit.” For a second Jaden thought about possible issues but there really weren’t any. If Alfie wanted to stay like this he would gladly oblige. “What’s a knot?” Jaden asked out of curiosity. He vaguely remembered reading about something like that when he was doing research on wolves but he had no idea what exactly knots actually were.

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.

He pulls back quickly, swallowing hard as my alpha command hits him hard with an unfiltered pulse of power. I see Wills shoulders shake for a second, I think in laughter but can’t be sure. Then she turns back to look at the two of them, that fake innocent stare firmly in place as she reads this slogan out. “’Wolfman in the streets, Knotter in the sheets’. I don’t understand this one – what is a knotter?” [“Holy shit, she didn’t just ask that did she? Forget Georgia and the Boy Scout, I’m about to throw my hat in the ring here too.”] Anders laughs through the link.

I need to save her. I need a plan. And just then, it hits me. I know exactly what to do. I look to the skies, and I begin to chant. "Knotty, knotty, knotty," I say, over and over. The wolves all stop. They gather all around us. They look to the skies, confused. "Knotty, knotty, knotty," I continue to chant. They begin to chant with me. This is not what they want to be doing. But they are unable to stop themselves.

They gave me away and they also included some sorcerers in their pack, they were the kind sorcerers who fought against their fellow evil sorcerers. In the middle are the belongings of the deceased, the long-time leaders of their pack, the former Alphas, and some of its strong members. They were all placed inside a pentagram drawn on the lawn with the blood of the oldest male goat. Black and red candles around the pentagram circle with light. Salt, on the other hand, was the pen used to draw on the ground the symbols needed. I immediately positioned myself in the middle of the pentagram near the piles used by the bereaved we would call.

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.