Invincible Backpack Novels & Stories

How did she get so fortunate? I lowered my head and took a long breath. I resumed my counting. She did not even acknowledge my presence. She simply sat down and placed her pricey backpack on the chair. I examined the bag that I was holding. It was considerably less than $100. She is carrying a backpack valued at about $12,000. This is inhumane. I huffed and stepped outside to catch my breath. I’m barely able to breathe in her company. It’s difficult. She frustrates me to the point of insanity. I ran into the restroom and took a quick look in the mirror before turning on the faucet to wash my face. I sprayed water repeatedly and examined myself in the mirror to determine what made Juno so uni

I said and mother nodded while eyeing my necklace. “I know you have it,” she said while smiling. Azrael cleared his throat and said, “Can I ask a question?” Mother and I looked at him and nodded. “What is it?” I asked. “Who is Invictus?” I looked at my mother and she nodded at me to go on. I released a sigh and said shortly, “Invictus is the Lord of the Beasts.” ~~~~ Third Person's POV

The last stop is to Acura where my dad gets two Acura MDX for Alice and Matt's parents, one black and one blue to drive back to the pack house. After we got done we all met up at the diner for lunch. My dad started telling everyone about the new pack vehicle’s we ordered 6 pack suvs that are bulletproof. There are H-2 Hummers, all blacked out with 6.2L V8. It gets the job done for protecting ourselves when needed; they also have strong bumpers and run flats tires.

And of course my leather jacket and light blue converse. I also grab a plain white bikini, a towel, some sunscreen and a pair of black sunglasses with a golden frame in my backpack for the trip to the beach after school. I decide to take a pack of dried seaweed with me as well in case I get hungry later on. I believe that's all I need so I put my light purple and white backpack over my right shoulder before I walk out of my apartment and lock it after me.

His normally easy smile on his clean-shaven face seemed forced. "Beloved," he said as he stopped in front of me. "Cole." I nodded in greeting. "I have something for you. We were going to give it to you tonight with a big party, but I think it might come in useful now." He held out a leather jacket in my size with the Ardor Brother's crest on the back of it. I accepted it running my fingers over the embroidery. "Wow, thank you." "It's from all of us. It has a Kevlar built into it. Normally it's supposed to protect from falls from a bike, but it also comes in handy with light shrapnel. Not a direct hit, though."

I stood in front of the massive shell of the escape pod and grabbed my Tool backpack. From the overlapping bark scales of the dead emerald Pirschers I had light but extremely resistant breastpanzers for Nova and Silas improvises, held together by the tear-resistant parachute cables. “We can’t take everything,” I said and weighed the heavy plasma burner in the hand, before I put him sighing to the pile with the things we have had to leave. “We are limited to survival equipment. Kinetics Weapons, ammunition, thermal cutters, water filters and emergency pharmacies.”

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

he rumbled. “What about it?” I cocked my head. “They have it,” he said. And that’s when it hit me—my backpack, with my spare clothes, my stash of jerky, my emergency toothbrush—was in enemy hands. Which meant they were now in possession of a pair of neon pink pajama pants with cartoon ducks on them. The ultimate humiliation. I tried to ignore the little pulse of panic in my chest, so I defaulted to my favorite coping mechanism: sass. “Well, congratulations to them. Now the Black Fang assassins can lounge around in style.”

Player 7. She didn't know whether to thank god that her life was spared or to get even more frightened about what she is about to face right now. If she is to choose, she'd rather die from the guy's bullet than to get tortured by this player. Player 7 walked towards Eleonna. She removed her black coat as she wiped her hands on it. She's now wearing a turtle neck shirt. Now that she removed her cover, Eleonna got a better look at her. She had a dark red permed hair, she also had a sharp eyes that made her look like a fox. To Eleonna's surprise, she smiled at her.

“You’ll be fine though, trust me.” I pouted at him for another beat before leaning forward eagerly. “Okay… whatever. Wanna see what I packed?” He sent a side glance my way, brows raised like he wasn’t sure he was ready. “Do I?” “You absolutely do.” I unzipped my neon backpack with theatrical flair. “Welcome to Evan’s Survival Kit.” He shook his head, smiling faintly, and I grinned, digging into the bag and pulling things out one by one. “First item: six bottles of water.”