A HALLOWEEN OMEGAVERSE NOVELLA
WRITTEN BY CALLIOPE STEWART
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Copyright Page
Knot Today Satan
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
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A NOTE ON TRIGGERS
While this story is on the shorter side there are some kinks & other sexual situations that not everyone will be comfortable with so please use your own personal discretion when reading Knot Today Satan.
The following are potential triggers:
Mention of Religion
Parental Divorce & Neglect
The following are kinks present in the story:
Cloning [Multiple partners]
Horn, Tail, & Wing play
Knotting & Nesting
Faux Voyeurism
A Special Thank You To...
Kylee, Sarah W, & Cynthia for beta reading this book and hyping me up when I was paranoid about the amount of sex in this book, it helped my paranoid brain.
Vera Valentine for wordsmithing the blurb for Knot Today Satan, you were my first cheerleader for this novella!
Sierra Cassidy for always letting me vent about my lack of writing (and just genuinely being one of my favorite people in the author community).
Beatrix Hollow for giving me a much-needed shoutout when Knot Today Satan was dungeon’d before I even uploaded the manuscript!
Thank you! I hope everyone enjoys my walk on the wildside for this spooky release!
Xoxo,
Calliope
DEDICATION
To all my witchy girls who wondered what summoning a demon would be like, this one's for you.
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CHAPTER 1
I’m not sure when I stopped believing in the things that go bump in the night. Maybe it was somewhere between my parents’ divorce, and being shuttled back and forth between two houses. Either way, with the loss of belief came the cruel realization that the scary things in books and movies were not the worst thing that could happen to a person. It became abundantly clear early on that there was no happy ending in store for me just because I existed. At least not the kind where a golden-haired prince would sweep me off of my feet and we would ride off into a fiery sunset together. No, that was decidedly not in the cards for me.
My parents had done their best by me, separately of course, but they had also remarried and started new families. So in the end I hung somewhere in the middle, as a constant reminder of their failed marriage. It was almost a relief to all parties when I perfumed as an omega when I was fifteen and they asked me if I wanted to live at the Omega Center. The answer had been a yes, of course, the center was better than nothing. It had even helped me get scholarships to Van White University, or VWU for short. VWU was a university made by and for alphas and omegas. It offered equal education in a place that could tend to alpha and omega needs better than a primarily beta university. It also didn’t hurt that alphas and omegas got to meet each other long before the time that the Omega Center started to match them, giving them an upper hand on potential packs and partners.
“That’s it, Eden, you are really capturing the theme of this piece well,” Professor Clinch said from over my shoulder as she watched me paint.
The assignment theme of the day was horror, in honor of the upcoming Halloween season. Clinch preferred to be vague with her themes, in hopes of tugging something deep from inside of us that we would have otherwise ignored.
I offered her a shy smile and waited for her to move on before I sat back on my stool, leaning back so that I could survey my work with a critical eye.
The painting was on the simpler side. The majority of the canvas was filled with a roiling gray mist that looked like it could curl off of the painting if you stared at it long enough. In the center, emerging from the mist, was a clawed hand reaching towards me. At a cursory glance, it would look like the clawed hand was reaching out to grab you. But that wasn’t what I was going for at all. No, the clawed hand was palm up, like whatever—or whoever—was in the mist was inviting me to take their hand.
It didn’t really invoke feelings of horror in me, but Clinch didn’t need to know that. I normally didn’t go rogue when it came to my classes, but this image had been in my dreams every single night for almost a month. I never saw more than the clawed hand because as soon as the mist cleared enough for me to see the outline of something within its depths, I woke up.
I stared at my painting a little bit longer until it was finally time to clean up my station. I was nearly done with it, and after the current layer dried I was pretty sure that I only needed to sit down with it one more time.
“God, you make it look so easy.” Cleo said as she watched me put my painting on the drying rack. “I’m so jealous of you, bitch.”
I just grinned at her. Cleo didn’t mean anything by her words, she just had absolutely no filter on her mouth, not that she had ever had a filter. Not when we were thirteen years old and living together at the Omega Center, and certainly not now.
“I told you if you wanted me to help with your clouds, I would.” I reminded her as we left the studio, waving at a couple of the other art students as we passed by them.
Cleo thought about my words for a moment before shaking her head. “Nah, I’m just trying to pass painting. I don’t really need to be good at it.” Cleo’s medium of choice was, and always had been, sculpting. The several ceramic penises with ridiculously sized knots in our dorm room attested to that.
No, painting was my thing. I loved trying to put what I saw in my head onto a canvas. To create swirls of color so detailed that it felt like I could reach out and touch whatever was on the canvas. Painting made my small world just a little bit bigger.
“Then don’t complain when I’m better at painting than you.” I nudged her with my shoulder. Cleo was a half a head shorter than me and was what you would expect from an omega—at least when she didn’t talk. She was dainty with thin shoulders and high cheekbones. Her red hair was usually pulled out of her pale face, and her big green eyes always sparkled with just a little bit of mischief. Today, she was dressed boyishly in baggy jeans and a tank top, but I also knew that when Cleo got all dressed up, she was an absolute knockout.
