Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

The sight of it sent a chill down her spine, and she looked up at Elias in alarm. “What... is that?” Her voice trembled despite her best efforts to sound defiant. Elias didn’t bother with an answer, only motioned for the men to bring it closer. The crystal’s surface seemed to absorb the light, casting an eerie glow over the room. She recognized it now. She’d seen it before, long ago, during the capture of her former coven group. It was an enchanted collar, forged by witches to subdue any supernatural being it was placed on. And it can only be taken out by the person who has places it on you.

"You can't be serious." "Damn straight, check the mutt." They all had a good laugh, but in the end, he did once we made it back to the plane and strapped in. "It's clean, but these diamonds are real." "I'm not surprised. The boy must have good taste." "Wait, there's something written here. Someone get me a magnifier." Tyler unhooked the collar and tried reading it under the light. "Amor aeternus, Gabriel." "What's that mean? The only Latin I know is Semper Fortis."

Over and over. When she came, it was with her whole body. Crying. Laughing. Trembling. And yet, he didn't stop. He turned her over, untied her hands, and made her sit in his lap. Their bodies pressed together, eyes meeting. "I have something for you," he said, opening the small velvet box. Inside was a leather collar, thin, elegant, with a gold pendant in the shape of an "H." She gasped. "This isn't a ring, Anny. It's more than that. It's a symbol. That you belong to me. In my world. In your body. In your will. And I... belong to you."

he said. He whispered affirmations into my ear as I trembled in his grasp. “Good girl. You endured. You let go. I’m so proud of you.” The Crowning He removed the blindfold. My vision blurred. He untied the red rope from my throat. Then produced something from a velvet box: A leather collar. Deep crimson. With a silver E stitched onto the front. He fastened it slowly, reverently. “This is not for tonight,” he said. “This is for always. You are mine.”

I paused, hating how my name sounded like a melody from his lips. He walked to his desk and picked up a velvet box, then strode toward me. He opened it. Inside was a collar. Black leather. Elegant. Subtle. Engraved on the inside: Property of Dominus. My pulse roared in my ears. “Consider this your welcome gift,” he said. “You’ll wear it when you’re ready to stop pretending.” I snapped the box shut and held it like it burned it. “I’d rather choke on it,” I hissed.

"How can I protect you when you make it impossible? I have sacrificed everything for our 'forever'—for this damned eternity!" This damned eternity. That’s what our love had become to him. "If our eternity is a curse," I said, my voice dangerously quiet as I met his furious gaze, "then I don't want it." "What?" "I want to break our bond." The words hit the room like a bomb. Dorian's face went white with rage. He slammed his fist into the stone table beside him. The solid marble shattered. "What did you just say?" His voice was a low growl. He lunged, his hands gripping my shoulders like steel bands. "Say. It. Again."

“That’s it, soak your brother’s cock. Milk me with that tight little-pussy. I’m going to keep you dripping every single day until you’re swollen with my child.” When the spasms finally slowed he pulled out, fisted his cock glistening with her juices, and painted her tits and belly with thick ropes of pre-cum, marking every inch of skin like territory. Then he reached under the pillow and produced the final collar. Black Italian leather, two-and-a-half inches wide, butter-soft lambskin on the inside, heavy brushed-silver O-ring at the front. A discreet engraved plate hidden against her throat would read: PROPERTY OF SAINT VALENTI – RETURN IF FOUND CUM-SOAKED.

“You’ve bled for this empire. You’ve screamed for my cock every single night. Tonight, I’m giving you something permanent.” He opened the box. Inside rested a new collar thicker, heavier, made of pure platinum and encrusted with flawless diamonds that sparkled like stars. The front bore a single engraved word in elegant script: **“Eternal.”** Raven’s eyes filled with tears as Damien removed her old steel collar and locked the new diamond one around her neck. The click of the mechanism sent a visible shiver through her body. “It’s never coming off,” he growled, tugging the new collar. “Just like you.”

“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—”

What he didn’t know was that if he could save time in a bottle, the first thing he’d like to do is save every minute to savour for the rest of eternity. Because, even if they are rare, some opponents don’t just fight you. They can change you. “And standing in the opposite corner,” the announcer continued, “a transfer contestant from the northern provinces, with no current recorded losses in certified duels: the man known as The Hourcarver… Cyrus Valen!” Silence. 'That was weird; even I got a cheer when he called out my name,' thought Kieran. Then whispers. Confusion. This was an international contest, where people from all countries can come and compete; however, something was wrong here.