Invictus Onyx Novels & Stories

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

She opened her eyes and looked Delphine straight in her eyes, “Do you honestly feel that will do anything to me? You forget, Delphine; you and I have done this before. You have also burned me before. Try something new.” Delphine smiled, “Onyx, it’s nice that you have joined the party. How about a nice shot of wolfsbane for you? Straight down the throat.” Onyx laughed, “You did that the second time you tried to torture me. What else do you have?” She chuckled, “A shot of liquid silver? Wait. You are immune to silver.” Onyx just smiled and nodded.

I murmured, my voice resonating with that deep, metallic echo of the Eclipse that had settled into my bones. I lifted my right arm, allowing the permanent star-silver bracer fused to my skin to catch the morning rays. The metal didn't reflect the light; it devoured it. The intricate flame patterns etched into the silver pulsed a vibrant, dangerous amethyst, drawing directly from the volatile static humming in my nervous system. Down my fingers, the dark violet veins throbbed, completely alive, vibrating in perfect harmony with the heavy obsidian collar fastened around my throat. Down on the plains, the High Inquisitor raised his golden-trimmed arm. The enormous amber crystal atop his staff f

"I hoped I would never have to open it. But I built it for you." He turned to his son. "Alex," Jackson pointed to a suit. "You are the leader now." Alex walked up to a mannequin. The suit was sleek, black, woven with optic fibers. It had a built-in neural link for hacking on the fly. "This is..." Alex touched the fabric. "Polymer mesh. Bulletproof. And it syncs with your glasses," Jackson said. Next, Jackson turned to Mia. "My fighter." He handed her a pair of collapsed batons made of dark metal. "Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing."

“No harm if you behave. Move.” They bound my hands with neural inhibitor cuffs, the same humming restraints Jade had used during my torture in the bunker. The devices pulsed with dark energy, micro-compounds burrowing into my skin like needles, sapping strength and dulling power with every throb. They burned cold, not hot, sending waves of weakness through my limbs, making my muscles heavy and unresponsive. My Lynix blood fought back, silver essence flaring in defiance, but the inhibitors were designed for me… tuned to my physiology, slowing regeneration, turning my own strength against itself. The chains held not by metal alone, but by the tech that had once left me screaming on that table.

"Brethrens, we're gathered here today to witness yet another power ascension in our prestigious lineage. As it is been done, Oliver is going to mark his mate and together they seek the power of the crystal orb." He paused to look at me and I gave him a determined gaze. He nodded and continued. "With it's power's unlocked, and the last task of the Alpha ascension ritual completed, we can now be rest assured that our lineage will continue to rule with strength and total dominance." I knew the next step to take. It was the part where I marked Julian in front of everyone so I stepped out. With just few steps before I reached her, Julian suddenly backed away. "Stop!" She screamed at the top of he

The metal gleamed with its own inner light, silver plates inscribed with symbols that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them. "Eclipse Covenant battle gear," she explained. "Found in the temple's deepest vaults, waiting for someone with the bloodline to claim it." I reached for the armor with trembling fingers, gasping as the metal responded to my touch. It was warm, almost alive, molding itself to my frame as though it had been crafted specifically for me. The moment the final piece settled into place, power flowed back into my depleted channels. Not the overwhelming flood of the awakening, but a steady stream that reinforced my failing strength.

Note that the "great" Anunnaki and Dracos come from the separate matrix, Wesa, (consisting of Wesedak - Anunnaki - and Wesedrak -Draconians - . These "dark lords" created the incredible technology of the "Beast" The Phoenix-Hawk 'mix' experiment did not work, due to planetary consciousness - primarily through indigos and Ascension stellar activations - creating a critical mass of the 12-pulse code, i.e. a 12-D stream, which the Guardians refer to as a 12-dimensional stream in total consonance with the Source or the Divine Blueprint or Pattern. UIR technology and consciousness cannot function in 12D - your DNA only goes as far as 10 and 11 strands or filaments (dimensions), and in any case t

He hadn’t grown up rich and the 2 million dollars he’d received from the State of Florida as compensation for his unlawful incarceration wouldn’t last forever. He’d invested 1 million dollars with VI and he didn’t regret that decision. Vittori Investments had almost doubled his money in the past six months. The rest of his time was spent helping out the Road Warriors. He attended church with them when he was needed, and went on road trips and did whatever they needed him to do, but he valued his free time and didn’t spend every moment at the clubhouse.