Walker Scobell Backpack Novels & Stories

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.

I need to find this Sable and tell her what Jasper is planning to do so she can be ahead of his plan. Brad POV The long-awaited moment has arrived. I gave Tobias and Maya earpieces. They are small and you can’t see them. I had these hidden in the liner of my backpack. It’s interesting how many things you can hide in a backpack. I don’t have time to ponder it now though.

Azize nodded and went quiet, but I felt her presence, so she didn't go far. Rose was crying, covering her face with her hands, which allowed me to look around the room for her carefully protected backpack. I found it nearby, open with its contents scattered. I didn't want to look through it without her consent, but something told me it was better not to wait until she woke up from her episode. I slowly began to move towards the backpack. With a heavy heartbeat, I noticed that, in addition to literally a few personal items, there was also a thick leather notebook embossed with the Larch Groove Pack crest and a small pencil drawing that made my whole body tremble.

I took a deep breath of the cold, free night air, and I got in. The car was clean and smelled of pine air freshener. On the seat beside me was a plain black backpack. As we pulled away, bumping slowly down the dark track, I unzipped it. Inside were jeans, a sweater, socks, brown boots—all in my size. A bottle of water. And at the bottom, a cheap, basic cell phone. Jasmine had been thorough.

But she knew too well that if she didn't start acting up now, she would miss a lot of things. Picking the small satchel that was given to her by the blonde creature who was an Inuphyle, named Carson, he said that the God of Fate instructed her to give this to her when she took her to leave. It seems that the satchel is the famous beginner's pack given by Gods to Wandering souls who are on their quest to leveling.

He had his sketchbook with him now, but he didn't dare bring it out. Sloane moved about as if she'd forgotten he was there - or as if she was trying her hardest to forget he was there - laying out her hiking clothes and stuffing a few odds and ends back into her backpack. The latter gave him a generous view of her backside and those red-and-orange plaid boxers. The sight of her in men's underwear was strangely appealing.

He looked ridiculously handsome in a simple black T-shirt and jeans. “Mommy, can I get this one?” Nyla asked, holding up a bright pink backpack with unicorns on it. “Are you sure?” I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve asked that about every pink backpack we’ve come across.” Nyla smiled sheepishly. “Well, can I get two?” “No.” Her smile deflated. “Fine. I’ll just take this one.” I laughed, shaking my head. Alexander took the backpack from her and placed it in the cart.

She grins, kissing me before I walk off to speak to some of the warriors. I keep one eye on Allie and Ruby all the time while discussing the news of Gina with my warriors, and we decide she is too big of a risk having here. One of them quickly leaves my side and escorts her off the campsite with her screams and obscenities as the consequence. I shake my head, watching Allie bend down and pick something up off the ground. She says something to Ruby before they move on. “Alpha we found something.” A warrior says from a pile of rubble. I walk over there and crouch down to see what he got. In the pile there is a small pink backpack, muddy and worn, but otherwise unscattered.

She nodded eagerly, skipping any idle chatter. “Here.” He handed her the backpack in his hand. She slid her satchel into his. She peeked inside the backpack. Shiny diamond-threaded boots. They shimmered glory onto her face. She flicked invisible tears away from the corners of her eyes. But she could really start tearing up. “Thank you so much, Wes.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.” “Nice bangs, by the way!” Wes called over his shoulder as he walked off.

So I need to start gathering supplies. The first good thing I find is a backpack. I unzip it and look inside. It’s pretty spacious, and it ought to hold several things without too much trouble. I stuff in the undergarments I found last night and sling it onto my back. As I do, I make a fantastic discovery. In addition to shoulder straps, this backpack has two straps that buckle around the waist and the upper chest. I click them into place, noticing how they change the way the weight of the pack is distributed. If I were a human carrying something heavy, that would be helpful.