Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

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.

“We bait them. Tonight. Private club in Roppongi Kane’s favorite hunting ground. Aiden goes in as my plus-one. I stay visible elsewhere. Draw them out.” Aiden nodded, adrenaline surging. “I’m in.” Silas gripped his nape, pulled him into a hard, possessive kiss. “If anything happens to you—” “It won’t.” Aiden met his gaze. “We end this.” Elena left to coordinate. Silas turned back to Aiden, voice dropping. “One more thing.” He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out a slim black box. Inside: a thin leather collar, discreet, elegant. A small silver tag engraved with S.V.

he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. Sienna nodded, though she was unsure of what he meant. The collar, which she had thought was merely an ornament, seemed to shimmer slightly, as if it recognized the shift in the air around them. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a faint glow begin to emanate from it, delicate threads of light winding their way across the silver surface. “What... what’s happening?” Her voice was barely a whisper now, filled with awe and fear. “This collar is a symbol of your bloodline, Sienna. It’s not just an heirloom or some relic. It’s tied to something far older. Something divine. It’s a mark of power.”

The sky blazed orange and purple over the rolling hills, the air warm and scented with night-blooming jasmine. Clara stood before him in a flowing white silk slip, heart pounding as Victor removed the temporary choker she’d worn in public. He opened the velvet box. Inside rested the final collar — a breathtaking piece of rose-gold and black diamonds, heavy yet elegant, with two engraved tags: Eternally Mrs. Lang and Daddy’s Little Wife.

His body ached in the best way — marks from Cove’s mouth and hands scattered across his skin. He turned his head and froze. On the pillow beside him was a small black velvet box. Eli sat up, heart beating fast. He opened the box with trembling fingers. Inside lay a heavy platinum collar. Thick, elegant, and unmistakably permanent. A small lock rested beside it. Eli stared at it, breath caught in his throat.

I turned away, planning to go back to my room to pack my things, but Delroy suddenly grabbed my arm and snarled viciously, "Titus, it's my turn to live forever this time." The moment he said that, I understood what was going on. He had been reborn, too. I looked back at him with a smile. "Then, I hope you get exactly what you want." In my past life, Delroy had only seen the vampire's noble air, the elegant grace, and the promise of immortality. He'd never known that, behind closed doors, she'd nearly drained me to death several times. Since he wanted her so badly, he could be her walking blood bag this time.

A collar, half-swallowed by growing tissue, riveted into place, the metal etched with a serial number and a logo. A stylized V inside a broken circle. Vanguard. She scraped the frost off the engraved line beneath it. MERIDIAN — BIOLOGICAL ASSET 07. Behind her, Milton stopped breathing. She looked up at him. He was staring at the collar. Not at the beast, not at the blood, at the six small characters stamped in the metal, and his face had gone through several things very quickly and settled on something that looked like grief. "Elena," he said.

I felt three pairs of eyes on me like physical weight. Chase whistled under his breath. “Jesus Christ. That back. You’re trying to kill us.” Karius’s voice came low and rough. “Don’t move.” I stayed still. Elijah’s fingers brushed the nape of my neck. Light. Controlled. He lifted the heavy vintage diamond collar from a black velvet box I hadn’t noticed on the table. The metal was cool against my skin as he fastened it. The stones sat right at the hollow of my throat. His knuckles grazed my collarbone once, twice, lingering longer than necessary. A shiver ran straight down my spine and settled low in my belly.

Elder John of the Silver Claw Pack stated, glaring at me as I walked in. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” I smile trying to put on my polite princess look. “We have some questions to ask you before we come to a decision about whether to continue your time limit to the end of your 21st birthday or whether to end it at the commencement of the Claiming before passing the throne to Fenry.” Elder Horis from our pack, Black Claw, stated. “I am happy to answer any questions the council may have if the answers ease their minds and instill confidence in their decision.” I continue my ‘playing nice’ routine.

That annoying woman brought something Jackson had always wanted, peace. ** Le Bristol-Paris 01 P.M. A Lamborghini Centenario Roadster enters the basecamp of one of the most luxurious in Paris - Le Bristol. The gray car stopped at a special parking lot provided by the hotel. Nearly nothing enters the area except for a gray car which has now stopped at one of the hotel's best parking lots. The owner of the car, Jackson, opened the door and stepped out of the car. Jackson immediately entered the elevator that only a few people could access. The elevator takes him to the very top and most luxurious part of the hotel. That's where he will meet someone who has been waiting for his presence.