Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

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.”

“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.”

"They have a tendency to elope." Evie smiled as she ducked her head. “We will.” Tank said as Ink nodded accepting the box. He removed the lid and they looked at the collar inside. There was a semicircular solid piece of silver that was about a half inch around with a two key lock in the middle. The rest of the collar was three braided fine silver chains. On the chains were two small golden hearts that were free to move about. There were two silver chains that could be attached to the back. They would hang to just above her bra line, peeking out from beneath her hair. Each had a golden letter on the end. An I and a T.

he murmured. He reached into the nightstand. Pulled out a new collar—white gold, delicate, with a small lock charm. Daywear. And a matching bracelet for him—same design, engraved on the inside: Hers Forever. He fastened the collar around her neck. She fastened the bracelet on his wrist. “Now we match,” she said, smiling through tears. He kissed her palm. “Forever.” They made love again—slow, laughing, crying. Outside, the sea crashed endlessly.

He brought her to climax after climax with his mouth, his hands, his cock—until she was overstimulated, sobbing from the intensity, her body shaking uncontrollably, covered in sweat, slick, and his cum. Finally, utterly spent, he untied her and gathered her trembling form into his arms. From the bedside drawer, he withdrew a delicate silver chain—a collar, thin and elegant, with a small pendant engraved in tiny letters: “Uncle’s Girl.” He fastened it around her neck tenderly, the cool metal a permanent claim against her skin. Clara touched it with reverent fingers, tears of overwhelming emotion filling her eyes. “It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.”

Its skull faced upward, jaws open not in hunger but in warning. Between its teeth rested a single old collar made of star iron. The collar pulsed with Fenrir's moonlight. Katherine stopped. Olivia whispered through her earpiece, "That is not the First Alpha." Katherine already knew. The skeleton was not voting. The collar was. On the collar, in black ink, the Tail had written: PROPERTY OF SOURCE: FIRST ALPHA PROXY. Katherine's anger went cold enough to become useful. "Found it," she said. Aaliyah said, "Great. Is it killable?"

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 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.

"You taught me that my dominance is entirely meaningless without your grace. When you kneel for me, Cassandra, you do not make yourself small. You make me monumental. You take the fractured, violent ghosts of my past, and you soothe them into absolute peace. You hold the reins of my humanity." He opened the velvet box. Inside, resting on the dark satin, were two pieces of metal. The first was a new collar for me. It was not a delicate chain of diamonds. It was a seamless, solid band of brushed white-gold, impossibly elegant but carrying a distinct, undeniable weight. It was a day-collar, but it possessed the gravity of a permanent claim. It featured a hidden, flush-mounted locking mechanism.