Life Vest Onyx Novels & Stories

Not the prestigious kind. Not tailored fabric or academic robes. This one is pure functionality: Lightweight ballistic vest plates. Kevlar-coated layers. Reinforced abdomen pads. Blade-proof sleeves. Impact-resistant gloves. I pull the vest on. It’s heavier than I remember. Or maybe I’ve softened more than I realized. Not today. Today, the world will meet the man I tried so hard not to be again. I open the long case beneath the table. My weapons lie inside exactly where I left them.

Merely looking at it was enough to force the fear that I felt earlier to come crawling back up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. "Enzo…" I croaked out, unable to peel my gaze off the vest. "W-What's gonna happen at the party?" "That vest is obviously for safety measures," he replied. Once again, he had avoided answering my question. Then, he stood up to take the vest from its hanger, holding it up in the air and letting us admire the handicraft that it took to make is look more like a hybrid corset than a vest. Knocking on the metal twice, he continued, "It's made out of Hadfield steel."

Slamming into the opposite wall with a deafening crash that shook the floor beneath my chair. Vane froze. The cane hovered inches from my face. Dust swirled in the doorway. Through the haze, black armor emerged. Not the tactical mesh of the Vanguard, nor the chrome of House Vane. This armor was void-black. Absorbing the light. Carved with the seal of the Crescent Moon. The Onyx Guard. Two of them stepped into the room. Silent as death. They held energy pikes that hummed with a lethal violet frequency. Vane lowered the cane. His face drained of all color. "I... I was just securing the confession. The prisoner was resisting."

Her stiff velvet dress was a deep shade of plum today, wearing a single gold necklace chain, a large black onyx pendant at its centre. /Black onyx/ Alba whirled, /she is wearing something protective!/ “Well, Alpha Dex this is most unexpected. What do you think I can help you with?” her voice was weaker, as though she had not slept a wink either. “I have a couple of questions that I can’t ask at the conference table, if you’ll permit me.” “Of course,” she said, taking a seat at a small morning table near her own balcony. Pouring herself a steaming cup of herbal tea I winced at the foul green liquid. “Well?”

When it's not in use, you can compress it into a bracelet. Upon saying that, Larissa pressed a hidden button on Nightshade Demon. It then became a black-colored steel bracelet. The dull black color looked good on Ambrose's wrist. The enemy they had to face might be very powerful. But they had nothing to fear as long as they worked hand in hand. … Their boat was adrift at sea for three days. They were already out of food and water. Even Ambrose and Larissa were at a loss. Then, they heard the sound of helicopters coming from the sky.

I’d had plenty of practice and time to get good with using my hands, stealing away the little trinkets Cliff held dear, blackmailing him to back off the girls. Perhaps it could work here too. With Vincent distracted, his gaze on me, I delicately slipped my fingers into his pocket. “Do you trust me?” asked Vincent. I nodded, lying. Satisfied, Vincent released me and stepped away, leaving me with the object I’d stolen off of him. He’d spent the entire lecture fumbling with the thing in pocket, and now I knew why. The crest was a block of onyx stone, the faces of several wolves carved into the dark surface. The name Voss was inscribed on the bottom, surrounded by the twist of a rose vine.

he pointed at something. I ran and approached him. I was shocked to see Onyx on the snowy ground. “What happened to him?” I asked Levi. “Looks like he passed out but how did he reach here?” “Exactly. Let’s take him back to the tunnel.” I said. Levi shifted and carried me and onyx to the tunnel. Aisha was ready with the thick blankets and Nigel had started the bonfire. “Where did you find him?” she asked. “He was laid under the snow. When I was looking for him, I trembled over his body and found him passed out there. God knows how long he was there.” Levi explained to them.

Leo replied, the submersible's thrusters whining as they bit into the dense, freezing brine. Through the quartz viewport, the structure emerged from the silt—a colossal, brutalist monument of reinforced concrete and oxidized steel plates bolted directly into the sloping basalt wall of the ocean trench. Massive docking arms, encrusted with decades of deep-sea barnacles and hydrothermal mineral deposits, loomed like the skeletal claws of a buried leviathan. Yet, amidst the ancient decay, unmistakable glints of modern technology caught the sub's halogen sweep: clean, matte-black exterior housing units, fiber-optic umbilical lines running along the seabed, and the pulsing blue status lights of a

"I'll supervise then." She stared at the vest in his hands for a few moments before taking it from him. She turned it this way and that before sliding her arm into it from the side he'd unfastened. She ducked her head into the hold and the vest settled on her torso. It wouldn't stop every bullet and there were still plenty of vital organs exposed, but it could make all the difference in a bad situation. "There. Is that right?" She looked down at herself. "Close. May I?" He held out his hand.

"The refrigerator automatically restocks from the Ministry's private reserves. We never have to look at another ration packet again." From the adjacent room—a massive, soundproofed chamber specifically designed for full-dive immersion—a loud, booming laugh echoed off the marble walls. Leo stepped out, his massive frame practically vibrating with pure, unadulterated excitement. He was holding a sleek, matte-black haptic feedback vest, running his calloused hands over the intricate biometric sensors lining the inside.