Wolves Knot Novels & Stories

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

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.

Then something I learned in wolf anatomy class three years ago pops into my subconscious and I can’t help the whimper that falls from my lips. “Male wolf shifters have a bulge at the base of their erections that get stuck in the female shifter. It’s called knotting. You could just not get that bulge anywhere near me, right? Then you could just pull out before you come. It shouldn’t be any different from if you were human. ”

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

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.

He buries himself in her, deeper and harder, as if attempting to merge their very souls. They collapse together, muscles trembling, hearts pounding in syncopation. Rain pelts the roof as Lyric shifts, wincing at the unfamiliar pressure inside her. "I can't—why can't I move?" she whispers, voice tight with confusion. "We're stuck together." Sebastian's eyes soften as he brushes damp copper strands from her forehead. "It's called knotting," he murmurs against her temple. "My body's...locking us together. It's how wolves mate."

Coughing, gulping air, I managed to roll. The night felt pitch-black, chaos everywhere. I tried to sit up and rip off the gag. Two wolves were fighting. I knew Knox’s wolf, and he was battling a brown and white she wolf. He tried to hold her back, she lunged at me again and again, rabid with rage. Obviously, they’d made a deal, and it had all gone to hell. And they still hadn’t noticed the best part, but I had, even in that huge darkness. Red dots circling above and streaking toward them.

After listening a little further, we found out they are talking about wolfsbane bombs. Wolfsbane can be deadly to wolves. In tiny amounts, it can be a strong pain killer for us but larger amounts will suppress our wolves and cause a horrible burning throughout our bodies. The amounts in a wolfsbane grenade or bomb would cause an excruciating death and keep our wolves from warning anyone else. I really didn’t think they knew anything about werebears because I wasn’t hearing anything that would suggest they knew how to torture or kill us. I smiled as I listened to the feed, “They don’t know that there are other species to worry about.” Grandma laughed, “They’re about to find out.” I laughed wi