Bearing The Unbearable Novels & Stories

"Baba knew exactly what she was doing. She knew the cost of being a bearer. She’s been trying to change the ending for a hundred years.” “And maybe she did,” he said, his voice trying to find a thread of hope. I shook my head, the weight of the previous bearers pressing down on my shoulders. “Every page ends in death. Every girl who stood where I’m standing died before they could even grow up.” “They never lived past Nineteen,” I whispered, the number feeling like a timer ticking down in the silence. Silence settled between us, heavy and thick. He exhaled slowly, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that burned. “Then we change that. We aren't them, Kay. We have the truth now.”

The weight of everything—grief, rage, purpose—pressed into my spine, soaked into the marrow of my bones until I could no longer tell where pain ended and determination began. My joints didn’t ache like an old woman’s might. They groaned from the pressure of carrying silence too long, from holding back words that clawed at my throat and choices that demanded sacrifice. The tension wasn’t new—it had been coiled around my muscles for years, like iron wire pulling tighter with each injustice. But tonight, the pressure no longer threatened to break me. It sharpened me. I welcomed the burn of it. I bore it like armor. Beyond the heavy chapel doors, the wind surged through the stone corridors like

"Fear does not make you weak, Nyra. Fear makes you human." "But I don't want to be." The words escaped before I could catch them. "Human, I mean. Humans break. They bleed. They lose all they love." He moved to face me fully now, his gaze locking with mine, dark, warm, stormy. Stormy like the sky on the night before a summer storm, promising and threatening all at once. "I know," he said. "But you do not have to carry it alone, Nyra. You do not have to bear it by yourself. There are those who would bear this burden with you, if you would let them."

A fish flips in the water distorting my bear’s reflection; mother nature trying to erase the mistake that was made. I feel like a mistake. I wish I could have taken my last breath like the other shifters in the lab. Carrying the burden of being the only survivor weighs on my being, sinking me into a quicksand of misery that I am nothing but a commodity to service the pack as a secret warrior.

Something had exploded in my body, and all the cells were clamoring for an outlet to vent. "Heather, I'm married. I can't let my wife down," I said, battling with myself. My head spun, feeling heavy, while the part of my body her hands touched seemed to be ablaze. Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me.

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“Why did you have to go through so much? Why couldn’t I have carried some of that burden?” My brain registered what he said and tears started to form in my eyes. I felt my heart clench and I shook my head. “Never. Never would I share this pain with anyone. Not even if they told me it would heal me. I would refuse again and again. It’s my burden to bear because it was deemed that I was strong enough to bear it.”

I say, voice rough, shaking with the weight of truth and defiance. “I am more than pain and silence. More than a victim or a killer.” A flash of white light bursts from the pen descending above me. Pain explodes inside me, sharp and searing, fire and ice swirling in my veins. My vision blurs, but I don’t collapse. I stand tall in the storm of agony. The voice softens, almost proud. “You will carry the light, Carol. But it is a heavy burden. Will you bear it willingly?” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.

she scoffed, “you’re so powerful that you didn’t even feel the effect. The goddess be praised, the blood bearer is as prophesied.” I swallowed hard and my heart clenched with guilt when I realized how much pain I cause to everyone around me. And as the blood bearer…there might never be an end to it.

I can never and will never be what he wants or needs because I'm broken. "Can't do what?" "I can't have a mate Kai! I never wanted someone to suffer the burden of being with me when I didn't even want to be here. I don't just suffer with choosing things, deciding what to have for tea, or what clothes to wear! I have to think about it. I make it or create it and if I don't like it I get angry and upset. If it burns and fails then I feel like a failure! If I sense that something is wrong my mind shuts down okay! No one should ever have to face that burden. I wasn't made to be an Aloha's mate. A pack's Luna or someone's true love so please...please just go"