Black Diamond Dawn Patrol Backpack Novels & Stories

Dummy. " I said. "Emjay is here. Fetty we are waiting for you . "screamed Peter from inside the compound. "Hurry it's past 7pm already. " he said. I grabbed my purse, placed my cellphone inside and grabbed the room keys. Layo walked out and I followed him suit. He was wearing a well ironed brown trousers and plain black tea shirt with black cover shoes. I just noticed his appearance while we were leaving our room. Layo came out and I did same. The first person I saw was Peter. He was standing outside in a black suit over brown leather cover shoes. He wore a brown necktie and his dreadlocks were sparkling. I was lost into his eyes like the way he was in mine. "Hey what's wrong with you two. "

The whole Red Dragon team was already there, with two humvee trucks. A humvee truck can accommodate four people, since Twilight was inside the first humvee truck together with the vice captain, Megan and Kenzo. At the second humvee truck, Farrah's with Patrick and Jerald. “Are you all ready? Shall we set out!” Twilight questioned to the walkie-talkie. “Roger that, Captain!” Everyone answered in a loud and determined voice. The gates opened, revealing the outside world. With that, they set out of the base. As they exited the gate, Farrah couldn't help but to look at the tall walls.

But maybe we can sneak out for a bit. "What are you waiting for? Hop on!" I invited Namir and Caius to get on the eagles back. It lowered itself and spread its wings on the ground so I could crawl up to its back. I really don't have any idea how to maneuver this. I already have the bow and I guess a hundred arrows on my bag. I hope this is already enough. I'll just recycle some in case of shortage. "I bet I can just tell her when to go right or left, correct?" I sneered clumsily at Namir. I hope I won't lead everyone in the wrong direction.

Damian’s POV The zipper’s teeth scraped shut slowly, each pull deliberate. Not rushed. Not careless. The kind of sound that lingered just long enough to be carried through the hallway, into the wrong ears. The bag was small—a black leather holdall, polished from years of use, and exactly the size that suggested a quick, routine business trip. Nothing dramatic. Nothing suspicious… at least not to someone who didn’t know better.

Our driver opened my window, and the Hurricane Dawn Pack’s guard walked to talk to me. “Greetings!” I nodded. “Greetings. I’m Cameron Black from the Wild Wolves Pack. This is Nathanael Thorn, my brother. We want to meet Delta Lisa Shadow.” The guard nodded and then returned inside. After waiting a minute or two, the guards opened the gate, and our cars entered the pack. The drivers parked our cars in the guest parking area. Then our driver opened the door for Nate and me. “Do you need me to bring the trunk, sir?” the driver asked Nate.

I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black Red River - Red Moon Peak - Yellow Silver Dawn - Light Grey Blue Rock – Blue!” Everyone is dressed in black sportswear, only the coloured chest vests, and two battle stripes on each cheek, representing their Pack. They look amazing, and I feel proud of all these men and women, even if they are not from my own pack.

She packed medical supplies, but also encrypted communication relays and subcutaneous trackers. Dante’s preparations were darker, more visceral. Security teams were briefed and deployed on advance routes. Weapons were checked and discreetly packed. Legal teams across three jurisdictions were put on standby to invoke Blackwood’s considerable weight at the first sign of duress. He made calls in low, grim tones, mobilizing a network of loyalists and informants within the wider, shadowy pack world.

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

Perhaps some of them changed their name and identity like Gwen's father did. We've been walking for twelve hours. We stopped to rest. I took my water can from my backpack—I'll prefer to call it a survival pack because it contained all the necessary things: water, a flashlight, glucose, edibles enough for three days, a knife, a lighter, a blanket, a little map of the Silverwood Grove to point us in the right direction and so on. Gwen struggled to open the zip of her backpack. I think it's stuck. She kicked the bag with her feet in frustration. I went to her and picked up the bag. I helped her unzip it then dropped her backpack at her feet. "Everything will be fine, Gwen."

, came her dramatic reply. I cocked my head to the side and sent in a reply. “You mean a trash bag? Trendy.” “No, literal trash.” I couldn't help but cackle at her text, because yes, she would absolutely rock it instead of black on black. “Trendy.” Before her reply could come through, the door to the driver's seat opened and Ethan slid in, struggling to hold two cups and a snack. “Help?” He whispered, looking up at me. I chuckled and grabbed a cup from his hand. He sighed in relief and settled in properly, shutting the door.