Collared Novels & Stories

She was pretty, a face you wouldn't suspect that had already killed hundreds. On her neck was an eye-catching bloody collar. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't something that could be removed. The collar was engraved on her neck, like a tattoo. The collar pattern was complicated, like a bunch of runes circling her delicate neck. The collar tattoo was throbbing and slightly moving—it was alive. The woman, Madam Mabel, gazed at where her subordinate came from with knowing eyes. "No, we shall proceed."

Cassian ordered softly. I arched my back and tipped my head back, willingly exposing the vulnerable, pale length of my throat. Cassian stepped closer, his warm presence surrounding me like a thick cloud. The leather was cool and heavy against my feverish skin as he wrapped the band around my neck. I felt the metallic buckle press gently against the back of my nape as he pulled it snug and fastened it securely. The collar fitted perfectly a tight, constant pressure against my windpipe that served as an undeniable, physical reminder of his complete ownership.

"SO WHAT IF IT HAD COME OUT WITH A BEARD, AND WAS SMOKING A PIPE WHILE HOLDING A FIFTH OF JAMESON! HE WAS A WEE MAN BUT IF WE FOLLOWED HIM TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW THERE COULD HAVE GOLD TALIA! WHO SAYS NO TO GOLD! AND I APOLOGIZED FOR GIVING YOU A CASE OF CLHAMYDIA! HOW LONG WILL YOU DENY ME BECAUSE OF THAT! AND THE WARTS ARE GOING AWAY! COME BACK HOME TO ME! QUIT SHAKING YOUR BUTT IN THIS LITTLE SKIRT FOR MONEY!" Talia's face was beyond red. Never had Collen ever witnessed someone of middle eastern descent burn up this bright. "Are you on drugs!?" Collen didn't respond but gave her a wink. "THERE HE IS!" Security began flooding into the lobby from multiple directions! "Well I'm off, sorry

I brought my hands to my eyes, feeling a pain I had never quite experienced: my eyes were absolutely killing me. Caleb stepped out beside me, as he was finishing wrapping his arms and neck in a thin, clear material. It almost looked like Saran wrap, but it seemed to dissolve in his skin as he put it on. I couldn’t even tell it was there. “What’s that?” “Skin wrap,” he said, looking down as he wrapped it carefully again and again over his arms and shoulders. “It’s what allows us to go out in the sunlight. Otherwise, our skin would burn.” He looked her over. “You don’t need it—yet.”

The peanut gallery went wild: "GENIUS move! I need to see this! OP, update NOW. I won't sleep until you do!" OP seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally typing: "Does the collar thing really work?" "I don't have a collar, but my wife just gave me a limited-edition tie today. I haven't taken it off yet. I'm willing to try with the tie..." My eyes snagged on "limited-edition." A chill crept down my spine.

“No. You can’t.” “I have until the next refill” “You have until tonight.” My breath stopped. He wasn’t being dramatic. He wasn’t trying to scare me. He was stating a fact. “The collar is overheating because your glands are overcompensating,” he continued, his tone precise but softer when he saw the panic flicker across my face. “It’s trying to suppress more than it can handle.” I swallowed hard. “If it fails…” “You’ll scent,” Ronan finished. “Hard.”

Sasha says with her eyes narrowed at Abed. Do they mean what I think they mean? My eyes widen when I look at their necks and the collars I thought were necklaces, they were never matching necklaces, but sub collars? Abed curses under his breath, “No, she hasn’t been collared, and didn’t your Doms tell you to mind your business?”

“Watch closely, Alzna. This is what happens to those who cross me.” One of his guards handed him two remotes. “This collar,” he began, holding one of the remotes above, “is designed for rats like you. It electrocutes, burns, and beheads its victim and one of its amazing features is it will kill you instantly if it is tampered with. Let's start with electrocution,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. I gulped down hard as my heart thudded in my ribs, but I wasn't going to let him see I was scared.

He shook his head, tsking, then went to a drawer and brought back a tiny key and showed it to me. He opened the lock of the collar, then walked around and closed softly around my neck. “This is the first time I collared someone, I have not even considered doing it before. But you need to be safe where we are going. A little gattina like you needs to be marked and collared, you must be owned and this is to do so. It is my warning for anyone who might think to touch and if they did it, it will be my right to kill them.”

The inner lining of the collar was etched with the same jagged, light-swallowing runes that covered the halberds of the Pale Guard. "The High King does not trust the word of wolves," Kaelen said, stepping onto the platform and stopping just inches from my chest. He held the cold iron band up, the metal radiating a freezing, heavy draft that made the hair on my arms stand up. "This is the Pale Collar. It will drink the remaining heat of your blood the moment you try to shift. It will make you a dog." He reached for my neck. Killian let out a terrifying, guttural roar, his massive frame launching forward with the last of his physical strength. But before his good hand could reach Kaelen’s thro