Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

She was also a lesbian and I knew that was perfect. “Thank you, Tara.” I take the box, opening it to show a gold and diamond studded collar. I lift it and face Selene. “This is for you. So, no one can question that you are off limits.” I place the collar around her neck. It locks into place effortlessly. It was like it was made for her. The gold and diamond choker fitting perfectly around he slender neck. She bits her bottom lip as her breathing catches from my contact with her soft, warm skin.

It was cool and heavy in her palm. “Open it,” he said. His voice was a low rumble, like stones grinding together deep in the earth. It vibrated through her, settling in her bones. She fumbled with the tiny clasp. Her fingers felt clumsy, too large for the delicate mechanism. Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, was a thin silver collar. It was delicate, almost like a choker necklace, but there was no mistaking its purpose. In the center, soldered to the band, was a small, perfect silver ring, an O-ring. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

“You taste like desperation.” This is wrong. She’s married to Dad. She’s my stepmom. But my pussy clenches hard at the heat in her voice. Elena smiles like she can read my mind. “You’ve been teasing us for months with these huge tits and that fat ass. Time to stop pretending you’re innocent.” She pulls something from her robe pocket, a black leather collar with a silver ring and a little tag that says “Family Pet.” My breath catches. “Elena… what are you—”

Selene smiles widely and happily at me, “Yes. I had a feeling you would, which is why I sent Infinity to bring him to us. Look behind you.” I turn and see Infinity walking toward us, looking regal and majestic, as she usually does. Her gorgeous black coat shines like silk in the sunshine, drawing the eye to her unparalleled beauty. Walking next to her is a wolf of equal size and beauty. Unlike Infinity’s coloring though, he is a stark, almost glittery white with grey on his ears, paws and tail. “Joshua, Madison, I’d like you to meet Eternity. He is the second oldest of my wolf spirits. Infinity is older than him by only a few minutes.”

Everyone was stunned at the galaxy that appeared on the dog's chest. The designer, Billy Winterford, proudly introduced his proudest work. "I named this collar Starry Night. This collar is not only gentle but it's natural as well, matching well with the pet's coat. While keeping a low profile, it's elegant and will be the latest fashion trend this summer in the luxury pets world..." "Plagiarism! This is plagiarism!" Suddenly, an angry voice cut off Billy's speech. Everyone looked toward the direction of the voice, only to see a young man charging at Billy who was on the stage, a look of grievance and indignation on his face.

It sat on the board like an artifact. “You’re not actually going to—” She started and then stopped. Her cheeks flamed because the thought of the collar—its symbolism—had a tug at something in her she hadn’t yet named. The club’s manager had said “belongs,” the card had said “from Friday night to Sunday morning: everything,” and the collar was the physical manifestation of that sentence. She had to decide whether to let a stranger mark the weekend with a metal click. He offered the collar on the palm of his hand and watched her as if offering a test.

What was even more shocking was the small bottle that appeared out of thin air once more. “You must take this after making a choice. You are a special child, and you are on your way to becoming an immortal. It will be a hard path considering the method you are using but if you take this bottle, then everything will be achieved in one go.” Juan was more shocked hearing this word, what was this woman talking about immortality? Juanita couldn’t understand a single word and only confusion was clouding her. “What are you talking about?” Juan asked confusingly as she wanted to get some answers from the stranger.

When he emerged that evening, Emily was sitting on the balcony, watching the sun set over the city that felt like a chessboard she was just a pawn on. "Turn around," Ethan said. She stood and turned. In his hands, he held a velvet box. It wasn't the small box of a ring. It was long, flat. He opened it. Inside lay a necklace of platinum and diamonds. But it wasn't delicate. It was a heavy, intricate collar. The centerpiece was a massive emerald cut into the shape of a wolf’s head—the Silverclaw crest. "This," Ethan said, lifting it from the box, "is the Collar of the First Matriarch. My grandmother wore it before my father sold it to cover his gambling debts. I spent five years tracking it do