Collared Novels & Stories

The seats molded automatically around her shape when she sat down. The taller man the one who’d spoken first sat across from her, visor retracting with a hiss. His face was older than she expected, weathered but steady. There was something tired behind his eyes, the kind of exhaustion that didn’t come from lack of sleep but from seeing too much. “Name’s Agent Keiran,” he said. “This is Agent Sol.” Clara said nothing. Her gaze was fixed on the scanner in Sol’s hand. The words still pulsed faintly THIRTEEN-A: ACTIVE.

She was sulking, sporting a puppy dog eyes look. “Well, maybe you should?” I joked, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. I gulped down the sour drink and groaned. I looked at her, placing the glass on the counter. A mischievous grin played on Ahbaya’s features. She stared at the collar of Ballantine's at my neck. "Do you have any idea what the Collar of Ballantine's is for other than concealing the rank of a shifter?" I shook my head. "No, why?"

Just when I thought he was going to refuse his subordinate's request, he suddenly retracted his claws and turned away. “You have only two minutes, Colin,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “After that, I'm going to put those collars on them whether they like it or not.” As soon as he walked away, Colin immediately reached for Kianna and pulled her in his arms. I gave them a few seconds of privacy before approaching them. “Hey, do you know what your leader was talking about? What are those collars you are holding?” Colin lifted up the silver collar in his hand. It looked like a piece of jewelry with intricate designs with a blue gem in the middle. But there was something about this collar t

"What's that?" "The next part of the proposal," he said with a smile and kissed my forehead before standing up. "For me to love you wholeheartedly, I must accept all of you, as you are. Whether it be a friend, a companion...or a submissive," my breath got caught in my throat as my heart kickstarted all over again, beating rapidly. "Should you want to accept—" He paused for Samantha to peel the navy lid open, showing me the collar nestled inside. It is rose gold and thin, good to be worn every day. "This...marital collar, you consent to become my Submissive husband as of...right now."

He gritted, staring around the parking lot for any threat. "We can't get rid of this. It's better to leave now and get rid of it later, I just hope it won't electrocute you to death." She stepped out shakily and he slammed the car door shut. "What do you mean?" "It's a freaking collar, Ava. They are designed to keep the prey in check and inside the borders. If the prey tries to leave, and the distance is out of the perimeter set on the collar, the person is electrocuted to death." He gritted and her heart scrambled to her mouth.

“Get ready to have your hair colored blue before our wedding, hubby.” “Yah, hyung. We have been looking for you and if Sunny didn’t tell us your here, we cannot find you.” Keith. “Eh? How long have you been looking for me?” “Like fifteen minutes already? What happened to you hyung?” Andrei asked, looking confused. “I just want to relax. So I go here. Why?” “The competition is about to start. Let’s go. We want to see you guys win.” Justin. Everyone is looking at us as we walk towards the gymnasium where the competition will be held. Who wouldn’t look at us, when we are like those models walking at the streets of Paris?

Chapter 8: Farewell Party and Permanent Collar The grand farewell gala pulsed with lights, music, and champagne under the stars on the main deck. I wore a sleek black evening dress that hugged every curve, slit high on one thigh. Beneath it, a thin leather collar circled my throat discreet enough to pass as jewelry, but tight enough that I felt it with every swallow. Kai’s mark. I was already soaked, thighs slippery, pussy aching from days of relentless use.

"You're a terrible liar." I put my hands on my hips. "And how, exactly, is some little trinket going to keep me here?" I studied the collar. It was actually quite pretty. Several smooth bluish-green stones were placed equal-distance around the black leather strap. Each stone was surrounded with swirls of silver and mounted into the collar. "The collar is embedded with Moonstone and a silver additive, making it impossible for you to shift. You also won't have the increased strength of your Wolf nature." He stated all of those things as if they weren't devastating to me.

The complete and utter possession. I should have been disgusted with myself. Instead, I was... what? Confused? Angry? Aroused? No. Fuck that. I shoved the thought away and swung my legs over the side of the bed. That's when I saw it. The collar. It sat on the nightstand like a coiled snake. Black leather. Silver buckle. Simple. Elegant. Unmistakably a claim. "Since you came to me on your own accord, you belong to me now."

It was a masterpiece of art, the most beautiful and precious thing she had ever seen. The collar itself was made of pure white gold, woven into an intricate and delicate pattern like vines from a fairy tale. At the front of the collar was a beautiful diamond pendant in the shape of a white rose, Lalisa’s symbol. And most amazingly… on the back of the collar, at the clasp, were the intertwined initials of all four of them—K, S, K, and L—beautifully and unified. It was not an instrument of bondage… but a royal insignia that signified her highest status.