Vampire Collars Novels & Stories

The inner lining of the collar was etched with the same jagged, light-swallowing runes that covered the halberds of the Pale Guard. "The High King does not trust the word of wolves," Kaelen said, stepping onto the platform and stopping just inches from my chest. He held the cold iron band up, the metal radiating a freezing, heavy draft that made the hair on my arms stand up. "This is the Pale Collar. It will drink the remaining heat of your blood the moment you try to shift. It will make you a dog." He reached for my neck. Killian let out a terrifying, guttural roar, his massive frame launching forward with the last of his physical strength. But before his good hand could reach Kaelen’s thro

but the sound felt like chains. Emilia rose and crossed the room, pressing her palm into the cold glass of the barred window. The garden spread below, dim in the twilight. Once, it had been her only piece of freedom, a place to breathe. Now even the flowers looked trapped behind stone. Collateral. That was the word Dante had thrown at her again and again. Collateral with silk dresses, locked doors, and knives hidden under pillows. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could survive being caught between his obsession and Luca’s venom.

Whatever it was starts to work immediately, and I feel the pain lift from my body as my vision blurs. Everything is so disjointed I think I might be sick. I need to shift. I need to get out of here and find my mate. Pulling on my power as both a witch and a wolf, I begin to push my energy into the collar around my neck. It fizzles and sparks, making the worker next to me jump in surprise as the metal starts to glow. “I think the collar is malfunctioning?” she yelps, her bright, white uniform glowing in the overhead fluorescent light.

For whatever reason, he did this; he was ready to go till the end. So I did what he demanded and first put on the collar. In the pack, we call them rogue's collars; they are made of silver. When they are placed on werewolves, they make shifting almost impossible, and they cut the possibility of communicating through the mindlink. In the injection, there was silver, not enough to kill, but enough to bury Byron very deep in my mind, so he won't be able to help me, and my strength would diminish significantly.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

Anestra laughed loudly, tossing her head back. “You cannot stay in there forever,” said Anestra. “You’ve come here to kill me but I will show you mercy,” she promised with a wicked grin. “I will add you to my collection,” she said, jingling the three collars at them. Cory watched as the three collars mended themselves in Anestra’s hand. The collars then unclasped themselves though Hayden had not been able to get the clasp open earlier. The collars were ready to be clasped onto new necks now.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

His eyes got amazed at how dominant Carl’s wolf was. “They were hybrids, Ser Harlod. And I noticed a thin black mark on his shoulder that looked like an imprint mark that was unbelievable to find on a werewolf. I believed they were not created by a simple blood-exchange method,” said Carl, noting the situation. He ruffled his hair and continued, “I also found his Majesty very different, as I had never seen such power that can create a fire on a vampire’s body and that beautiful whirlwind of his. Did you have any idea about this?”

“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.

We are both vampires, but I outrank her by centuries of both life and service. “Remember you lost to me,” My hand shoots out, gripping her jaw firmly. “You lost fair and square. Now, you are wearing my collar so I believe you are in no position to argue with me. You are my pet now, and you will take your punishments like a good little whore. Understand?” “Go to hell,” she snarls, her flimsy threat making me chuckle. To further remind her of her position, I tug at the sleek black collar around her neck and she hisses, her nails painfully digging into her palms. The collar is an enchanted leather with a silver ring at the front and right now, it looks so beautiful wrapped around her slender th