Walker Scobell Backpack Novels & Stories

My insides basically liquefied. When we pulled into the parking area near the trailhead, I had crumbs on my shirt, sticky fingers, and a heart that wouldn’t stop hammering. Blake reached into the back seat and handed me a smaller black backpack. “There’s water, fresh fruit juice, candy, and a chicken sandwich in there,” he said simply. I blinked, clutching it to my chest like treasure. “Wait… so this is why you told me not to worry?” He gave the smallest shrug, eyes flicking toward me before looking away. “Maybe.”

Aurora held Loyd’s small hand as they walked through the mall, her gaze scanning the shelves lined with school supplies. The smell of fresh paper and sharpened pencils filled the air, and the gentle hum of conversations and footsteps echoed around them. “Mommy, I want this one!” Loyd exclaimed, tugging on her arm as he pointed at a blue backpack with superhero designs. His eyes sparkled with excitement. Aurora chuckled. “That one’s nice, but let’s check if it’s sturdy enough, okay?” She lifted the backpack and examined the stitching. It looked durable. “Alright, we’ll get this one.”

That must be Julius's backpack. He continues searching and finds another backpack. This one was bigger and surprisingly heavier. Skyler almost whistles when he looks inside. A fortune was in that backpack. He ignores the valuables and searches in the pockets, finding a small bottle wrapped in a black velvet cloth. Slowly, he takes out the small vial and looks at it. How could he be sure that this was the poison he was looking for? He opens the bottle and smells it. The aroma was fruity and citrusy.

A pair of white Jordan with sky blue designs sat beneath the cloth compartment- the perfect footwear for a stealthy mission as this. With my heart thumping a megawatt, I collected a couple of shirts, jeans, and undies from the metal hangers, stuffing them into a backpack I pulled from its lying position beside the pair of Jordan. If I was caught packing up, I might as well share the cold dungeon with Madeline for the rest of my fucked up life.

They’d take one sniff of their own, catch the scent of an alpha werewolf, and scamper off somewhere they could be sure of being the apex predators. Since I’d already started, I finished my backpack check. Flashlight. Water. A lighter. Emergency flares, not that I’d need them, since Colin would be able to find me no matter what, and find our way back to the car, no matter what. A change of socks, because I’d been hiking too many times to go anywhere without spare socks. My phone, tucked safely in an inner pocket. An extra jacket. Granola bars.

He knelt as he removed the backpack from his back and raised with both hands. "Let me explain it in full details for you. This bag is a high class space tech product of the VX company; the VX424 edition. It has a spatial dimension of breadth of four metres; height of two metres and length of four metres. Impressive right? But that's not all....." *bang* A gun resounded from afar. Jim saw the tiger dodge the bullet that went straight for its face. Or rather, he saw a blurry movement and when he could see the tiger properly again, it was still fine, save for the angry look on its face.

Also I didn't exactly wanna be a sucker, since all the ladies here like his face. I circled the bed. Searching quietly. Lookinb for anything. I searched his side of the wardrobe and found a backpack. Everyone had a black backpack since it was the most common thing one could have. Even I had a backpack exactly like his own. I had to ransack the bag but all I found was underwears... No recently worn clothe, headwear... Nothing else suspicious. I exhaled again. Steven’s voice crackled in my earpiece. I replied, “Not sure, I totally lost him...”

Scarlett’s POV “Tasha! Channing! What do you have for us?” I call out to two of my trackers as I walk toward the pack land’s northern border. They had gone out, following the unknown scent that the warriors had picked up. Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I are on our way to meet them as they return home. They both shift from their wolves into their human forms as Jacob tosses them both a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Well,” Tasha says as she jumps into the sweatpants Jacob gave her, “it’s interesting.”

“Then who’s dragging it?” “No one,” Blaze said flatly. “It stays.” She opened her mouth to argue, but Caleb clapped her on the shoulder. “Sheila. Babe. We are not pulling a refrigerator sized suitcase while trying to track a kidnapped Luna.” She swatted his hand away, muttering, “It’s not that big.” “It has wheels,” I said. “That’s how I know it’s too big.” Sheila grumbled but eventually unzipped it, pulling out a much smaller backpack from inside. She slung it over her shoulder, then kicked the suitcase farther into the shadows.