Vampire Collars Mga Nobela at Kwento

She had never considered collaring before, but the idea of belonging to Marcus, of being his in a way that was both physical and spiritual, was incredibly appealing. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, I want to be yours." Marcus smiled, his eyes filled with love and devotion. He took out a black leather collar, adorned with a small silver lock. He fastened it around Vicidior's neck, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. "From this moment on, you belong to me," he said, his voice filled with power and authority. "You are mine, and I will cherish and protect you always."

Tony cleaned up and left shortly thereafter. Since I was going to a Council meeting I showered again. Vampires were notorious for smelling sex on you and then telling you about it. I dressed in red. The Council had no sense of style so I liked to show them a thing or two. I wore a red, sleeveless turtleneck and red pants that were super tight over my ass and thighs but flared out gradually at the knees until they showed only the tip of a red snakeskin shoes. A red duster completed the ensemble. I wore a gold watch encrusted with rubies and two of my favorite rings.

He hisses as something is snapped around his neck and the link is cut, at the same time as his arms are grabbed before forcing him to his knees. Vlad tries to call Vincent and then Eldridge forward however it’s like they are there but not there. He then realises that the thing they snapped around his neck was that of a Supernatural collar similar to the ones he had his human team working on and used during the attack on King Dominic, though this one felt more natural. “Nathaniel… No!” Gabriela screams and turns to go to Vlad only to have Nathaniel wrap his arm around her waist. Cole doesn’t miss the baby bump pressing against his arm and pushing his control, using one of his gifts and slippi

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

He was working his way through the paperwork to accompany a ship due to leave dock the next day, when Harithen returned to his office, dressed for the evening. Thaelen looked up and raised his eyebrows before standing. “This is unusual,” he said walking over to scrutinize Harithen closer. The other vampire wore unadorned black in a fabric that seemed to suck the light into it. The cut of jacket and trousers were simple, straight lines, and the shirt below opened at the throat into a v showing a collar around his neck bearing Thaelen’s family name upon it. “You are wearing a blood slave’s collar with my mark on it.” “Yes, I bought it today,” Harithen touched it. “I like it. I thought I might

They were dressed in what Cameron thought Aislen would call farmer-chic, the floral shirt under the overalls open to reveal a pristinely white singlet top with a scooped neck, and a thick chain held closed with a padlock paired with a finer chain holding a key. Cameron knew that his father wore a matching set of chains, one padlocked shut, the other holding a key to Harry’s chain, as Harry held the key to Jules’ – a temporary solution until Harry could have the traditional Concordian collars made. Cameron knew this as Aislen wore the one that Talen had given her, and their vampire had spoken of his intention to order collars for the Triquetra. “Good morning, Cameron,” Harry was jubilant and

said another. “You’re missing out on a world of possibilities,” a third vampire responded—one with a younger face, and jet hair that melted into the shadows. “Why, this little toy could make for a whole lot of fun in bed, don’t you think?” My hands curled to fists and I willed myself to stop trembling. I wanted to turn over and deck them all right between the eyes. But I wasn’t an idiot, and I had no idea how to throw a punch. The host was still selling his product to the crowd. “It connects to your slave’s e-collar and emits just enough electric shock to cause a great deal of pain to your pets, but not enough to cause any…permanent damage. It leaves them entirely alive and unmarked.”

A warning. Footsteps, too light for deer. I stopped breathing. Then I turned. They were there. The same three. The rogue vampires. The woman stood in front, her perfect hair and sharp coat pristine despite the undergrowth. The shorter man flanked her left, hands in his pockets like this was a casual run-in. The tall one stood to her right, silent but alert, eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up prey. This time, none of them smiled. “You came back,” the woman said.

"The next phase of posture training begins now." Two vampires stepped forward from the shadows—tall, silent figures robed in crimson silk. One carried a training cane carved with pulsing runes. The other held what could only be described as a bridle: thick leather straps and gleaming metal fashioned into an instrument of restraint. "No," Caelum rasped, attempting to rise, but the collar flared with renewed purpose. This time it wasn't pain that flooded through him, but something different—a pulse that spread through his limbs like liquid silk, turning muscle to water, rebellion to hazy confusion.

I said, with a smirk. “We are close.” I said as we followed their scents. Soon I saw Ambrosia come into view. Amethyst was close by her side. They were both wearing the collars and they were a distance away from us. A pet that is collared out in public was deemed off limits to other Vampires. Touching someone else’s collared pet was a very punishable crime in the Vampire world. But if they were uncollared, then they were free game. I was relieved that my pets put their collars on before leaving. I didn’t have a doubt that they wouldn’t, but I'm just glad they did.