Invincible Backpack Mga Nobela at Kwento

Be precise. I hugged my backpack, looking around for where to dump it. It would only slow me down. It was kind of weird that we hadn’t bothered to set up camp before rushing into the game. I knew Ruby was competitive, but this was on another level. After much deliberation, I set my bag down by a tree bark, using a few fallen branches to hide it from sight. Then I took out essentials—a torchlight, a pocketknife, a pen, and a small taser gun my mum had gotten me. The voltage wasn’t that high, but it was enough to temporally paralyze any intruder and give me a head start.

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.

"You think we can go back to the motel? I held a gun to Antonio Gambo in a shitty ass diner in a town that doesn't even have a name, and you want to go back to that motel?" Well... When he puts it that way. "But what about my stuff?" There's nothing valuable in my backpack except a cool new swimsuit I paid for but haven't gotten to dip in chlorine yet. And my driver's license, which would be handy to not lose. "Your bag is in the back," he says, his foot pressing down on the gas harder. I turn and check the backseat of his Jeep, and sure enough, my bag is tucked behind the seat.

Mom had given me this gun quietly. ‘The bullets are filled with wolfsbane,’ mom had informed in my head. ‘I always keep it to ensure my children are safe, now you take it because despite what you promised your dad, you will enter the rogues territory, I know it. But also this,’ and she shoved a potion down my throat. ‘What is this?’ I coughed at the sudden assault on my mouth and throat. ‘Wolfsbane venom antidote,’ she replied in my head. ‘And here,’ and she shoved almost a dozen vials in my backpack. ‘Just in case someone get holds of your gun and shoot you, or have their own wolfsbane.’

And, before I head to my exploration, I looked back at him as I have forgotten to tell him something. "Sir, you can use anything in my backpack if you need to. There are knives there, one for chopping and the other is the pointy one. Also, the baby chainsaw. Just in case of an emergency that you need to fight for yourself. And, you may consume one protein bar. Finally, if I can't return in time... That means I am dead, and you may continue to live your life in peace and continue surviving till help will come to you." I instructed him and told him my wishes, to which he just laughed.

Amelia went to protest but Kyle patted her hand. "Fine I will accept this. How many warriors are you sending with me?" I tried to count the number of children in the pack. "I think four others should suffice. Now I will also be giving you two extra as recon essentially. There will be two escape routes because better safe than sorry. I will be having Lucy and Brittany as the recon scoutes. They will be positioned in these two places so that they can see down both routes clearly. Once they have seen to it that your group has successfully gotten everyone outside of pack territory they will come join the fight. I will give them both a red scarf to tie to a branch if that route is not safe. In th

“Your brother saved my daughter’s life a few months ago and I owe him a debt I can never repay. I’ve come with news. Two nights ago, an Alpha approached the rogues seeking an alliance. He wants to expand his territory…” “And how does that concern us?” she asked, her patience thinning. “A few rogues were talking. I heard enough to piece things together. Your pack is on the list of one of the packs, this Alpha intends to invade.” Jessica’s hands balled into fists. “Are you sure you heard correctly?” she pressed. He nodded. “Thank you, Sebastian, for bringing this to us. My brother will be grateful, and so am I. If there’s anything you need; food, money, clothing, medicine, shelter, anything at

“Don’t try to play innocent with me. Maya called me. You can’t go to Forest Park by yourself! The police only go in groups.” I laughed. “Everyone there hates the police. With good reason. I’m just a normal girl, doing normal things.” “At least wait for me. I’m going with you.” I considered his offer. Adrian was good at being low-key. The street kids would probably accept him. “Okay,” I said. “But hurry up. I’m not going to wait for you.” “Give me fifteen minutes,” he replied. I added some antiseptic wipes and tubes of antibiotic ointment to my backpack. Small bottles of sunscreen. Heavy-duty waterproof band-aids. Eventually I had to stop because I didn’t want it to look too full or heavy.

"I hoped I would never have to open it. But I built it for you." He turned to his son. "Alex," Jackson pointed to a suit. "You are the leader now." Alex walked up to a mannequin. The suit was sleek, black, woven with optic fibers. It had a built-in neural link for hacking on the fly. "This is..." Alex touched the fabric. "Polymer mesh. Bulletproof. And it syncs with your glasses," Jackson said. Next, Jackson turned to Mia. "My fighter." He handed her a pair of collapsed batons made of dark metal. "Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing."

I’d packed light, like he said. The backpack, miraculously returned by one of his trusted guards, was slung over one shoulder. Inside: the med kit (still half-full), the half-empty water bottle, a spare tunic and leggings Genesis had given me, a small pouch of dried meat and hard bread from the kitchens, and the gray fur cloak folded neatly on top. No phone. No wallet. No proof I’d ever lived anywhere but here. Genesis appeared in the doorway without a sound, dressed in dark leathers, a hooded cloak of his own, a short sword strapped to his back and a dagger at his hip. He carried a small satchel and a rolled blanket.