Onyx Life Vests Novels & Stories

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.

Onyx grunted, growling at the men. My heart flipped inside my chest when watching three werewolf hunters appear in front of us, in their regular attire of green jumpsuits and carrying big riffles in their hands. Those men looked evil and cocky. It appeared as they were certain the three of them would be able to take down a wolf so huge. "Go hide," Onyx turned to me and pushed my knee with his head, suggesting I go hide. "But what about you?" I retorted, the instant reflex of wanting to be there for Onyx struck my nerves.

Why did shifters make it a habit of running around in their wolf form with no clothes available? I held my hand out towards him. He glared at my outstretched palm. “What are you doing?” “Look down,” I replied. I turned my attention back to my tent and pulled the string that was holding the bundle together. I shook out the tent and spread it out on the ground. I stood and walked around, straightening the corners. “What?” Onyx muttered in surprise. “I assume you didn’t bring clothes,” I said in amusement. He was now wearing a dark shirt and pants. They were simple, but they kept him covered.

He picked it up and his secretary's voice came through. "Sir, Captain Jade is here." Onyx's stomach flipped for some bizarre reason and he promptly responded, "Send her in." When Ophelia knocked on the door, he sat up straight and looked up, saying, "Come in," in an authoritative deep voice, and Ophelia came in, pushing open the door. Onyx stood up as Ophelia walked in, he gulped and his gaze wandered free over her body. Her raven black hair was parted in the middle and hung free on her back, away from her face, nicely shaping her face. She was dressed in a black turtleneck blouse, black pants, black pumps, and a navy blue double-breasted blazer on top. She had accessorized with a black leat

The steel sang against the scabbard—a clear, ringing note. "Viggo, point. Wolfy, control. Guller, keep the minds off us." We moved. Our boots hit the floor in a synchronized, heavy rhythm. We weren't the ragged survivors of the Wastes. We were the Covenant. We were a single organism moving with lethal intent. A squad of Onyx Guards rounded the corner. They were seven feet tall. Their armor was void-black Barzil-plate that swallowed the light. They held energy pikes. The weapons hummed with a low, threatening vibration.

He'd gone prematurely gray, which didn't help matters. "I need a vest and I need the property to be on high alert until I tell you otherwise," Orion said. Mateo nodded and took a keyring off his hip. To date, they'd never had a violent altercation on Luxe grounds. That was in large part to Orion's gut instinct to install more security than was strictly necessary. They'd had a few attempts at breaking in and one attempted kidnapping. Neither had been successful, thanks in large part to his team. Mateo pulled a Kevlar vest out of a locker secured to the inner wall of his office and handed it to Orion.

The staging bay of the Sun’s Fury smelled of recycled air and gun oil. It was a cold, metallic scent that stuck to the back of my throat, tasting like old pennies. Ashren stood by the open drop ramp, the wind from the upper atmosphere whipping his hair into a frenzy. He was armored in the new Onyx plate, matte black, sleek, and humming with a faint, low-frequency vibration designed to scramble thermal sensors. He looked less like a man and more like a shadow cut from the void.

Straps crisscrossed from his shoulders to just above his hips, ensuring a secure fit. Surveying the camp, Bryan noticed that most of the packs followed a similar design, except for a few exceptions—the ones assigned to Naida, Nerissa, Madissa, and the one brought by Marine. Since the mermaids lacked dorsal ridges, their packs were designed as a single solid bag, accommodating the unique shape of their bodies while still featuring straps for support and stability.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

"I don't feel like explaining to the rest of the syndicate why I let you sink." Victoria offered a cold, sharp smirk. "I don't drown, Kany." She walked back to the armory, gathered her long blonde hair, and tied it into a tight, secure ponytail. She zipped up her thermal diving suit, checked the seal on her full-face diving mask, and made sure her oxygen valve was fully open. "Check your air tanks," Vito called out, clicking his wrist gauge. "Tanks at one hundred percent. Channel six locked." "Locked," Vin grunted, pulling his mask down.