Collared Novels & Stories

As it is right now, it is only my desire to rescue Primus and Carnelia that is keeping me from gutting you and playing in your entrails. He gulps. I walk back to the capsule and get myself situated, making sure all of my things are secure. “So if you have anything else to tell me, now is the time.” He takes a bold step forward. “Actually, there are two things you might find very handy. The first is involving the collars. If you find yourself collared, there is a very easy release system. There are three holes in the back of the collar. You need to put your fingers in the two outer holes first, and then place a third finger in the center hole. Outer first, then

Stepping out of the room even if it was for something as grimly as a council summon still felt refreshing even when the air seemed to thicken with a sense of impending gravity and doom. My eyes widened when I noticed the guard was holding an object that resembled a collar. "What is that for?" I asked, my voice revealing apprehension. The guard met my gaze impassively. "It's a precautionary measure. The collar is designed to prevent you from shifting during the council proceedings." A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of the situation sank in. This was no ordinary meeting; I was being treated like a criminal who had performed crimes against humanity. "I hardly think the collar is necess

She had simply nodded, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth in a way that always makes him horny. He pats his jacket pocket, making sure that it is still there, despite checking it only five minutes ago. He is a little nervous about offering his gift to Liv, though he does not doubt that she won't turn him down. But it took him ages to find the right collar for her and he hopes that she will love it as much as he does. The collar is actually a long chain made of platinum with a small loop at the end. The other end of the chain is fed through the loop and then a beautiful heart-shaped lock is clipped on the end to stop the necklace from coming undone. It is a discreet version of a slave c

Eli stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his sleek black suit. The platinum collar around his neck caught the light with every small movement, heavy and unmistakable. It rested perfectly at the base of his throat, a clear declaration to anyone who looked. Cove stood behind him in an identical black suit, tailored perfectly to his broad frame. The white bandage on his shoulder was hidden beneath the fabric, but Eli could still see the slight stiffness in his movements. “Are you really sure about this?” Eli asked, turning to face him. “Taking me there like this? With this collar on full display?”

The four of them sat at the table that Noah had previously ordered. Noah sat beside Cara and Sean sat across from him. Sean took off his jacket and put it on Rena's shoulders, they looked harmonious. "I'm not cold," Rena said. "I told you not to dress like this, the doctor said the night wind is not good for your health," Sean said. That voice sounded much warmer when he spoke to Rena. "Cara, what would you like to order?" Noah said and Cara immediately turned to him. "Me? Order whatever's best here," Cara said.

He would not wear such a thing. A “collar” is a protective device for an Omega especially during mating. When he mates with Alpha, there’s always a tendency that an Alpha could lose control and bite the Omega even without his consent. So, to prevent further unwanted Bonds, a collar is also a must-have of an Omega but it is more on the optional side. “Well, then, please don’t forget your pills and please take care of yourself more. You’re becoming anemic again.” Ronan chuckles. “Thank you, doc. I’ll see you again.”

Please let it be exactly what I think it is. He flips it open, slow and dramatic, the way only Alexander fucking Wolfe can do. But inside… isn’t a ring. My breath catches. It’s not a diamond. It’s not even a piece of traditional jewelry. It’s a collar. Black leather. Sleek. Stunning. Elegant in a way that feels utterly dangerous. And dangling from the center? A small gold tag. Engraved with the words: Property of Alexander. The air leaves my lungs. I physically stagger back a step, hand flying to my chest like it might calm the thunder behind my ribs.

The cold air is cooling against my skin as I smile and hum my way to the dumpster, only halting abruptly to meet the familiar back of someone. “Taren?” Huh? I pause in my breach, curling my fingers back at the sight of something disturbing clasped around his neck. He shows no sign of hearing my voice or even realizing my presence behind him as I focus a stern gaze on the metallic collar-like object. I’ve seen it before. It’s the same black collars fixed onto the necks of the male wolves at the Shelters. But, why does he still have it on? I finally move to make my presence known when I ask boldly, “Why do you still have your collar on?” His rigid build tremors and I return my hand to my side

she yelled with dominance in her voice. "Well, boss, I was just.. uh.. thanking her for a small help.. uh.." "Which help MISTER!?" "uh..that... Actually.." "Will you speak or I'll never talk to you!" "Hey!! Listen... uh.. You see that he hasn't come today" "Hm, so?" "Chorlette is her sister.." "WHAT?" "Cousin" "Ya, but still she's so different" "Yes, indeed... She helped me in making him leave the school"