Collared Novels & Stories

“Wise decision Alpha! Guys, have fun killing him!” What? Darren sits on the ground, while the other wolves surround him and start biting him for different parts of his body. “What do you think! what are doing woman! You can’t transform yourself if you have that collar! It was made from silver that comes from a natural cave near the forest of death. No one can remove it without the keys!” They said, then start with laughter. If I find the fool who invented this collar, I swear I’ll beat him to a pulp! I had never heard of this weapon—it is dangerous for other clans! I try to move, but the collar absorbs my strength, preventing me from helping Darren.

The salesgirl chuckled looking at them, "Yes, collared ones are popular among couples these days." Nabi and Beau looked at each other to check if they understood what she was implying. "What do you mean?" Nabi asked, sensing that either of them didn't get the point. "Mam, Weren't you looking for collared ones to cover your hickeys?" [Hickey!! The moment he places his lips on my neck, I will die!!] Thinking about their situation, Nabi laughed to herself sarcastically, while Beau was expressionless. "Mam, just choose different colours in different styles than taking various colours in a particular model."

“Okay, I know you love that collar but the thickness and width aren’t too good while you’re pregnant, especially when it starts getting to hot weather. So, I got you this one. It isn’t like the collars in here, but it is something you can still wear during labour. That one you can’t.” Taking out the collar, he places it around my neck. It is totally different, almost not like a collar. Pink ribbon, with a padlock on the end, tight but not too tight, and the padlock has a kitten engraved on it. It is beautiful and perfect. Sure, it isn’t mine that I love, but he is right, I can’t wear a big, thick leather collar all through my pregnancy, so for now this can be my replacement. He carries the

Minutes passed and I am, ready to go. I look at myself in the mirror. I am dressed in my favourite colour which is black. Long sleeve shirt, my three buttons is never closed. Then a jean trousers and shinny black shoes. My hair is styled a bit to the back. Yeah I look perfect for some fun. Collateral came to my mind. I was having fun. But this bastard had to interrupt. I will continue from where I stopped when I come back. Putting on my black shades, I look at myself one last time through the mirror.

"What color is her collar normally, Master Scott?" "Black." "Obviously, we don't carry leather collars and cuffs because you can buy them anywhere, but I have this piece I think you'd appreciate for your lovely slave." She opened up a drawer and pulled out this exquisite stainless steel and black enamel collar, with the matching bracelets to go with it.

"Um, did you get it yet?" Suki seemed to find his happiness contagious because she smiled and presented him with a red square box. "Yes. Here it is." Marcos took it with a small giggle before shoving it to his body. "She had this customized for you." "What is it?" "Open it!" From the way he was acting all hyper, Paris was sure it was nothing good. How could it have been anything but? Better just get this over with then. Slowly, he took up the slid, his eyes staring at a black collar with the word 'KITTEN' in white on it, while a fish bone dangled from it's middle which held a name in gold.

“I tried everything to try to reach it but no luck.” Zane couldn’t reply over the lump that had formed in his throat. He stepped up to grasp the top of the zipper but found he had to take hold of the silky fabric to pull it down. His fingers brushed the skin at her back as he held the fabric taught. She was as soft as the slippery material against his hand. He gulped down a steadying breath as the fabric parted and he saw what was underneath. Holy hell! Parting the pink satin had revealed a black lace corset trimmed with pink ribbon. His hands froze in place.

I will try it on now, just to test. No shirt. Skin against velvet. The jacket hugs my shoulders, the trousers sit low on my hips. The open collar reveals the hollow of my throat. I fastened the thin black leather collar next, barely a centimeter wide, soft suede lining, small silver O-ring at the front hidden under the shirt fabric when buttoned. It sits snug. Not choking. Just a present. A constant whisper against my pulse. I look in the mirror. A stranger stares back, elegant, dangerous, collared.

“That one,” I said, when I spotted one particular collar. “Why that one?” Kieran asked. The collar in question was simple, in that it was a thin black leather band. But it wasn’t plain. There was a slender, metallic blue cord woven around the collar in a series of intricate knots. “I’m not sure, it just reminds me of you,” I said. “Then let’s get it,” Kieran said. “Okay then,” I handed him my phone so he could make the order. “Just know that I still think this is a little odd.”

He’s like an eternal human cushion that likes to be cuddled up at all times. “Possibly.” I answer evasively, watching him under my lashes as he slides down into a more casual seated pose and keeps staring at me. I try to focus on anything else other than the way he’s watching me eat, and notice an unfamiliar tribal symbol on his collar bone, just above the main part of his chest work that joins to his sleeve, that I never noticed before. Not surprising really, he’s not ever sat naked in front of me while my eyes wander freely. “That’s new, isn’t it?” I point at the little Celtic type line running up his collarbone perfectly, acting like a border to the rest of his black ink. Looking for a di