Invincible Backpack Novels & Stories

Two flashlights, one big and one small, the big one also serves as an electric cone for her self-defense. Another collapsible iron shovel. A straw hat covered in dirt. A pair of Nike sneakers. A pair of camouflage climbing pants. A freshly gnawed piece of bread had been flattened. Two portable chargers, N batteries. When the policeman saw her pull out something more, his eyelids twitched, and when he finally saw her take out her wallet, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked very upset, this backpack doesn't look big, how can it be stuffed with so many things?

"You can exchange it. I've gotten more than enough points to even purchase the rifle, and I can still earn more by killing monsters," Ivy replied with a warm smile on her face. Immediately, the monster core in her hand disappeared as it was extracted by the system. Ding! {Congratulations, Host. You've unlocked a gift pack.} {Would you like to view it?} "Of course," Ivy replied instantly, curiosity shining brightly in her eyes. Ding! {You've unlocked a life-saving emergency pill known as Activer, a combat suit, and a revolver.}

The Crismon warrior pack, one of the most substantial packs in America just my luck. I came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around the lower part of my body. I looked around to see what time it was.... fuck I need to buy a digital clock. I went into one of my bags and brought it out with boxers and clothes. I started changing into my skull long sleeves and black punk emo pants with chains on the side. Of course, I bring my weapons to school. I wear combat boots and am stuck inside a silver knife. I place my pure white contactless on help sell that I'm blind as I put on my favorite sunglass that was made to look like blind man glass. I slung my backpack and headed downstairs. I had a t

I pull out shorts, shirts, shiny brown packages with MRE stamped across the front, bottles of water, then finally my hand grasps the round rubber hand grip of a torch. “Why would Abernathy leave this up here?” Zaine asks nobody in particular as he pulls one of the crumpled shirts down over my head. It stinks to the high heavens, like it’s been sat festering in the backpack for months, but I grin and bear it.

I said again. “Lead the way out,” I said to Brittany and she did. We all walked out of place and we walked steadily before charging at my old pack. I knew that if it was before I wouldn't have thought that I would be fighting anyone here but I did anyway. I knew that I am not fighting the people here but instead I'm fighting Alpha Stephen, the killer of my pack. I knew that I could go to any length to get that done.

He’s standing under the tree, grinning like he just won the lottery, holding a bundle of small backpacks in his hands. “Well done. You’re halfway,” he announces, his voice annoyingly cheerful. “For the descent, you’re all going to need one of these.” He holds out a backpack, and my stomach drops. The pack looks small enough, but there’s no way this is just some casual accessory. There’s a catch. There’s always a catch. I step forward and grab one, and the second I lift it, my arm nearly gets yanked out of its socket. It’s weighted. Of course, it’s fucking weighted.

Ash flopped on his back immediately, legs up and laughing loud. I headed for the small table in the corner, picked up Ash’s new backpack from the chair. Green dino backpack with foam spikes down the back. Zake had give it, obviously. If it wasn’t a computer, he shipped things that looked like a gamer had partnered with a preschooler. “I’m a rocket dino” Ash yelled behind me. The mattress squeaked. “If I hit the gas, I fly.” “You hit the gas on the new bed again and I burn Rexie,” I called out as I unzipped the backpack.

My first thought was how strong and handsome he looked. My second thought was to wonder why Luna paired me with a HUMAN? I whined in anticipation as he approached. He was tall, easily over six feet. He wore a plaid shirt buttoned low. The top gave a hint at the bulging muscles underneath the olive-drab t-shirt. His shoulders were broad, his waist flat and narrow, and his thighs and calves were thick with muscles. He carried a large frame backpack with a tent and sleeping bag on shoulder straps and a waist belt. He also wore a big stainless steel revolver holstered low on his right hip. His hair was dark brown, and he had a scruff of beard like he hadn't shaved in a week. I was staring at him

Before I could respond, Kael took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "Wear this." I was stunned: "What about you?" He replied coolly: "I have my fur. I don't get cold." After saying that, he didn't look at me a second time and turned to deal with the security breach. In the dim light, the young Alpha's back was broad yet somehow lonely. It was deeply imprinted in my heart. Later, I found out he had taken a hit from a poisoned dagger that night to protect the hall. When I went to the Healer's hut to visit him, he looked surprised and explained in a panic:

Lina I cinch the straps on the second backpack until the fabric creaks, then smooth my hands over the worn canvas like it might calm me. Food. Water. Bandages. A change of clothes. Enough to keep two women alive if luck stays on our side. Luck hasn’t been generous lately. My fingers slip beneath the inner seam of my dress, pressing against the small, solid weight hidden there. The Heart. It’s warm against my skin, like it knows what’s coming.