Life Vest Onyx Novels & Stories

It hit me hard, it drowned me deep under the surface. I hurriedly pulled the handle from my right chest, when I was quickly sucked five metres deeper into the ocean. Then in seconds my body was pulled up from the inflation vest. My equilibrium was out place, all I could see was darkness, and out of no where Lou... my chest was starting to hurt from the lack of oxygen. I pulled the dump handle, trying to deflate and control my way up.

I hardly held back the screams of frustration to join my bowing classmates. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.” “Rise!” Vincent’s Royal tone cut through the air like a silver blade, commanding attention and respect. His baritone woke up my sleepy wolf, who was completely energized after sleeping throughout the day. “Mate is here! Oh, gosh. Mate is so hot, Liz!” I prayed to my Moon Goddess to conceal my wolf’s commentary from Vincent as Onyx was drooling over his muscular body. “Look, Liz. Our mate is wearing a black tank top and trousers. His muscles are so strong.

Summer Yates' impatient voice pierced through my bone conduction earpiece. "Stop playing dead! Just save your oxygen and start swimming up already! Quit banging around down there. You're ruining the livestream." I stopped knocking. In the pitch-black darkness 300 meters below, only the blinking red light on my dive mask cut through the void. The display read: [Primary Oxygen Line Pressure: Zero. Emergency Reserve Remaining: 3 minutes 15 seconds.] Summer's shrill voice urged me to start swimming through the comm. "Carter Lawson! Are you deaf?! The sponsor's camera is pointed right at you! Turn around right now and swim toward the surface!

He put it on, covering his cursed arm, and followed the Executor out of the suite. The hallway was a tunnel of glass and steel. Through the transparent walls, Jack could see schools of bioluminescent fish swimming in the dark water outside. They were deep. Maybe two hundred meters down. "This vessel is the Leviathan," the Executor said, his cane tapping rhythmically on the metal floor. "It is the flagship of the Ouroboros fleet. Nuclear powered. Stealth cloaking. Fully autonomous. It is a mobile fortress that does not exist on any government registry."

But now, for the first time, he saw something different. The jacket she wore was gray, soaked in blood. But underneath it—just visible where the fabric was torn and stained—was a strip of dark material. Faint diamond shapes stretched across it in a pattern that moved from gunmetal gray to black. He blinked. The graphene vest. That was the exact pattern. He knew it well. He had one just like it. But if she had been wearing the vest... and the blood was on top of it... then how the hell had the bullets gone through?

I have no idea how forcefully he hit that grate, but I can see the imprint of it on his face. He’s wearing a wet suit with a small oxygen tank that’s half off of him. Zabrina put a lot of thought into this plan. She had to have in order to have oxygen available. It made me wonder—did the rest of them use similar tanks to cross under the river? If so, they could be anywhere by now. The oxygen tank is not the only thing Wylie has, though. He has a waterproof backpack as well. I unzip it and look inside. It’s the two missing medications.

Generous breasts and a round ass, she was made for a man's hands. She sauntered toward him, her hair curling down over the tops of her breasts. "You're over-dressed," she said. The hell he was. He reached down and yanked his polo over his head. Yvonne tipped her head to the side and stared at his Kevlar vest. "That's new." "Not really." He yanked the straps securing it into place then slid out of it and placed the vest on the foot of the bed. "Do these work?" She placed her fingertips on the vest.

As I get closer, I see Draven’s whole group is still blocking Orion. I slow down my boots. I look right at Mireya. Draven turns his neck, and Mireya snaps his head toward me, too. For a second, the whole room goes completely quiet. Then Cassian Wren barks out, his brow locking up. "Lardon, did your wolf realise you are wearing the same warrior vest as Lady Seraph Kain?" Every eye in the hall drops right onto our bodies. It is true. We are both wearing the same pale lavender vest.

Assistant Onyx conveyed. "Prepare."

The ocean didn't rush in. Mia’s fifty-foot, iridescent blue Phase-Shield held the absolute, terrifying hydrostatic pressure of the abyss at bay like a wall of solid glass. But beyond that transparent blue barrier, the ocean was waiting. "Step into the dark," Dax ordered. The Vanguard walked out of the pod and onto the black-iron causeway of Abyssal-One.