Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

“You want me to negotiate, right? Well… I need to know if you have Double Ultra Rare traits. I don’t need to know what they are, only that you’ve got two of them. I promise to never reveal or sell that fact, ever.” That stopped Eris’ revelry in her tracks. She looked over at Freya and blinked. “Why would you care?” she asked. “Why would you even think that exists? Unless…” Freya nodded. Her face was grim and serious. “I got my second UR trait right when Lucifer died,” she replied. “Alert came through my DI, but I didn’t even notice until cycles later.”

Just when I thought he was going to refuse his subordinate's request, he suddenly retracted his claws and turned away. “You have only two minutes, Colin,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “After that, I'm going to put those collars on them whether they like it or not.” As soon as he walked away, Colin immediately reached for Kianna and pulled her in his arms. I gave them a few seconds of privacy before approaching them. “Hey, do you know what your leader was talking about? What are those collars you are holding?” Colin lifted up the silver collar in his hand. It looked like a piece of jewelry with intricate designs with a blue gem in the middle. But there was something about this collar t

"Come with me to get your mind off it. After that, I will let her come here under my watch. She has to tell us what's happening then. Who knows? If she gets another chance...it might not be an abortion pill. And I may have not rushed home to give you a pretty necklace." I looked up at him, and he cupped both cheeks, shedding some of his cold exterior. He used his thumb to wipe off the tears, then leaned away again, dropping his hands. I swallowed as he pulled out a small red box, then took out a necklace. It was a plain gold chain, with a medium sized diamomd pendant shaped in two overlapping curves. "Eternity?" I asked, touching the pendant lightly as he settled it around my neck. He shrugg

Her kiss felt like a symbol of the eternal love and bond that they shared. “Can you promise that we’ll be together forever, Garin? That even after death, we’ll find each other in Harlem and be together for all eternity?” Hannah asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Hannah. I promise you that our love will live forever, in the physical world and the Nether realm. We will love each other for every lifetime, every generation and nothing will ever break us apart. I swear it,” He said. “I swear it as well,” Hannah said and they sealed their promise with another kiss and let the night swallow them in its calm and peace as they engaged in the sharing of skin and the passion found within.

You see yourself—naked, marked with bruises and bites, but somehow more whole than you've ever been. He stands behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders. His eyes meet yours in the reflection. "No one else's," he says. "Only mine." You nod, unable to speak. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small and silver. A collar. Thin, elegant, almost delicate. The lock is etched with a tiny zero—the same number on the ticket that started all of this. He fastens it around your throat. It sits just below your pulse point, cool against your heated skin.

His gaze softened as he turned to Livia, pulling a beautiful box from his jacket. “What’s that?” Livia asked curiously. “For you.” Inside was a ‘bond amplifier,’ fed by his own heart’s blood and engraved with complex runes. I could read them clearly: Darius and Livia, Eternal Blood-Kin. “It’s exquisite,” Livia breathed, her fingers tracing the runes as she fastened it. “A betrothal gift?” she asked, her eyes wide with a perfectly rehearsed innocence. “Mmm-hmm.” Darius fastened the clasp for her. “I’ve infused it with my princely power. It will protect your soul.”

He then opened the box as he spoke. When Sinead saw the brilliant necklace set with gemstones inside, she fell silent. On her sixteenth birthday, Jackson and Liana had given her a necklace too. When Nelson saw it, he exclaimed in surprise that his family also had a necklace that was supposed to be an heirloom, in almost the same style.

Seraphina’s POV She walked out of the house, her baby pink heels making a delicate click-click against the polished marble tiles. The sound echoed through the quiet hallway like a rhythmic declaration of war in disguise. Every step was precise, soft and feminine, yet heavy with purpose. Kaelion stood at the end of the corridor, dressed in a sleek black coat layered over a dark grey turtleneck, his usually stern face breaking into a look of visible awe. His golden eyes widened slightly, tracing the curve of her waist, the way her cropped cardigan hugged her delicately, revealing just a teasing glimpse of her midriff.

"Ezra." "Relax. It is not what you think." He opened the box. Inside was a collar. Not the one from the auction. A new one. White gold. Delicate. A small diamond hung from the ring at the front. "I wanted to give you something that meant something," he said. "Not ownership. Not control. Just. Us." Vienna touched the collar. The metal was cool. The diamond sparkled in the moonlight. "Put it on me," she whispered.

I need him. She nodded. "Yes…I trust you." "Good girl." Damien pulled out several items from a sleek black bag nearby. "These are for control and pleasure, baby. This is called a collar." He fastened a soft leather collar around her neck with a silver ring. "It means you’re mine tonight."