Vampire Collars Novels & Stories

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

At the end of the corridor, a thick cloud of blood mist and fluttering bats announces the arrival of the vampire. Ilius steps out of the shadows. "Werewolf," he orders, his voice full of disgust. "Come with me." He holds up a thick, heavy metal collar. It's the exact same type he used to chain the beast earlier, but that one broke when Fenris escaped. "My patience is totally gone," Ilius warns softly. "I suggest you put this on yourself."

He gritted, staring around the parking lot for any threat. "We can't get rid of this. It's better to leave now and get rid of it later, I just hope it won't electrocute you to death." She stepped out shakily and he slammed the car door shut. "What do you mean?" "It's a freaking collar, Ava. They are designed to keep the prey in check and inside the borders. If the prey tries to leave, and the distance is out of the perimeter set on the collar, the person is electrocuted to death." He gritted and her heart scrambled to her mouth.

The collar was made of white framed by yellow gold, and the white gold was tooled in a twisting pattern that reminded her very much of Rhett’s knotted triangle. “What does the pattern mean, daddy?” She asked quietly. There was a strong feeling of recognition, as if destiny or fate had connected the Triquetra and this vampire with her, like the looping, linking designs that both used to symbolize what they were. “It is a design special to me, belonging to my family,” he explained. Any other vampire who saw that design tooled into the collar would know who she belonged to, she thought, or that she belonged to someone, at least. Like the Triquetra, Talen was marking her as being his.

It was tight, pressing against my skin like a shackle. Panic surged through me. I grabbed the collar, trying to yank it off, but Damien’s voice cut through my panic. "Now, listen to me very carefully," he said, his tone calm—too calm. I froze. My heart pounded against my ribs as I lifted my eyes to meet his. He was watching me with a dark, satisfied smirk. "This isn’t a normal collar," he continued. "I made it with the help of witches, especially for you, Sera." I swallowed hard. Witches? He went to witches for this? "No werewolf can remove it," he said, leaning in slightly. "If any of our kind tries, it will burn their hands—badly." A chill ran through me. Wolfsbane. Silver. My breathing gr

"Well, I'm on a bit of a time crunch right now, but maybe next time." "If you are in a hurry, let me get you that information on the online training sights. It has both articles and illustrations for Dominate Masters and training articles for submissive slaves too. Then lets go look at the collars I have in stock. I personally would suggest two for each of your women. A classic precious metal with a tag for daytime and a soft lace one for bedtime unless you want them to take the collar off at bedtime." Gio shook his head "I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree precious metal for daytime and lace for bedtime."

It still doesn't give me an idea for how to let her go. At this point Lisa, well Alice the Maid, comes back down the steps. She is wearing a black mini-dress with white ruffles pushing out the hemline. A tiny white apron hangs on the front of the dress. The hemline is higher and the neckline is lower than her previous costume. She also has on a hair band, choker, and wrist bands. They are all made of matching black and white lace. The choker is narrow and won't obstruct any upcoming vampire bites. Finally, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heel pumps complete the outfit. I don't anticipate finding a bra or panties under the dress.

Nothing cave-like or underground, despite what I’d have imagined from a wolf-related species, and yet odd nonetheless, with its warm materials and large windows. Like the Weres teamed up with the landscape and decided to build something beautiful together. It’s a bit jarring, especially after spending the last six weeks shuttling between the sterility of Vampyre territory and the crowded bustle of the Humans. Avoiding the sunlight is going to be an issue, and so is the fact that the temperature is kept considerably lower than is comfortable for Vampyres. I can deal with that, though. What I was really bracing myself for was . . . In my third year as the Collateral, at a diplomatic dinner, I

For the first time, my eyes dropped to his throat. A thick, dark metal collar sat flush against his skin. It looked similar to the limiters we used on prisoners to dampen supernatural abilities, but this wasn’t Association tech. There were no status LEDs. In their place were intricate carvings, runes that looked like magic circles etched into the steel. I had no idea what the device did, but it was clearly arcane. This vamp was a slave, working for a master he feared more than death itself. The palms of my hands began to tingle, a sensation I always got right before things went south. Call it a premonition, but the air in the room suddenly felt heavy.

I'm not like that! - I don't care what you are. You are a vampire! A creature that has no right to be free, depriving ordinary people of a happy, calm life. And you will serve me faithfully, like a dog,” her hazel eyes sparkled angrily, “otherwise... The pendant on her wrist glowed again, and William stumbled back with a quiet wheeze, his hands clutching at the hot iron of the collar, which again squeezed his throat and sent a painful electric shock through his body. The woman waved her hand, and the collar immediately returned to its original position. William pressed his back against the door, gasping for air, and cast a hate-filled glance towards the smugly smiling beauty.