Blind Dog Halo Harness Novels & Stories

“You like what happens when you do.” A flush rises, visible even in the firelight. He’s going to needle anyway, because it’s in his marrow. He hooks a finger under the lid and lifts it slowly. The scent of leather, oil, and fresh wood breathes into the room. Inside are the items I had custom made for us. A pair of black leather cuffs lined in soft lambskin. A braided lead with a polished brass clip, attached to a wide black leather collar. A silk blindfold the color of midnight. A glass plug the size of a plum, already warming in a fold of fleece. A paddle made of walnut, hand-crafted to fit my palm. A strip of velvet ribbon, a vial of warming oil and a coil of hemp rope, bone-white and pati

His dream of taking over Shadowfang pack was at the tip of his fingers. No one would know. Not Jordan or Caleb, not the human, and not the guards. "Alright." He nodded finally. Hailey smiled triumphantly. "Get the dagger and the poison. We must act fast." As Henry turned back into the room, she waved her hands over Dylan's eyes. His pupils were fully dilated. Even the light of the chandeliers had no effect on them. She poked her head out of the room and scanned the passage. There was no one. Most of the chandeliers were turned off, plunging a part of the passage in darkness.

It was pure white and engraved into its taunt skin was any number of golden grooves and symbols covering every inch of it. "My new pet. You've got your hell hounds, so she has decided to give me a Celestial Hound. They're quite interesting animals, especially when they're starving." Why weren't Zale and my hounds trying to stop this? I jerked my head away to look and froze. Bo had his flames all over the battlefield, the pure black glass trapped my mates away from me just as effectively as I'd been trapped. Zale's attack rose into the sky and struck over and over but this time the balls couldn't make it through.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

I pull the knots tight, cutting off escape. "Insert the toy. The large one." I slide the thick silicone dildo inside me. It feels massive, filling the void. "Lock it in." I strap the leather harness on. It buckles around my hips and locks between my legs, trapping the toy inside me. There is no removing it now. "Clamps." I attach the clamps to my nipples. They have small lead weights hanging from them. Every time I move, they tug. A constant, sharp reminder. "Gag."

It sat with remarkable calm despite the growing circle of staring servants, occasionally flicking its ears as if deeply unimpressed by southern civilization. A black card hung from the collar and Halrem took it. `For the Wicked One Who Does Not Fear Teeth. He bites only when ignored too long. — D.K.‘ There was a full second of silence. Then Halrem closed her eyes. Selene, against all wisdom, whispered, “It is adorable.” Halrem turned her head making Selene corrected her words immediately, “Monstrous. Entirely monstrous.”

No one could stop me. “P-please…” Halvar wheezed, a pathetic, choked sound. His eyes bulged, bloodshot and swimming with tears, his tongue protruding slightly from his purpling lips. I looked at him, and I didn't see a lord. I saw prey. My vision bled into pitch black, the sclera of my eyes completely overtaken by Siren’s dark gaze. A terrifying, feral smile stretched across my face. I extended my claws, letting the elongated, razor-sharp bones dig deep into the sides of Halvar’s neck.

"What do we have here? Over-shopped millennials in crisis?" Lily waved a small baby hat. "It's a narwhal!" Helena gasped. "Did you order the coordinating narwhal mittens?" "We have mittens now?" Vandaulf whispered. Brenna caught sight of the stroller. "Oh. Flamingos. Very on-brand for you two." "It has Bluetooth," Vandaulf said gravely. Helena came to a standstill. "Does it have cupholders?" "Two." "I approve."

Not when everything we’d built was at stake. Doctor Halvorsen’s footsteps echoed sharply as he approached, tablet in hand. His face was tight, eyes flicking between monitors and my vitals. “The bond is destabilizing rapidly. The serum isn’t just suppressing the connection—it’s attempting to overwrite it with a secondary claim. If we don’t stabilize within the next few hours, the pup could lose its pack tether entirely.” Kael’s grip tightened, a possessive growl building in his throat. “Then fix it. Whatever it takes, Halvorsen. He’s not losing this.”

Hayley tracked them on the thermal cam as both the truck and the running dogs headed that direction. She frowned. What were they doing? The next morning, Hayley got up early to warm up like always. Even if there weren't any more system rewards, she kept up the routine. As she was about to jog the perimeter, an alert popped up on her monitor. She had linked the cameras to her phone, so she grabbed it and checked. There were dogs on the highway outside the shelter—about 15 of them. Each one wore some kind of vest. The pack ran to the spot where Hayley had seen the strange scene the day before and then stopped, circling and waiting as if for their owner to return.