Oblivion Carry Weight Novels & Stories

It is choosing to stand between the world and someone smaller than you, and meaning it. The breach was sealed. But the weight of it remained. And I would carry that weight with him for as long as I still drew breath.

POV DARLENE The weight of the Silver Moon square was no longer a metaphorical burden; it was six hundred tons of reinforced stone and nineteen years of calcified lies pressing down on our lungs. The implosion had turned the Hearth chamber into a jagged pocket of air, a tomb of white-gold light and obsidian dust.

We didn't reach for the stars; we reached for the Shared Weight. "He can't hold the stone if we don't believe in the story!" I shouted. I flooded the Spire’s foundation with the sensation of Release. I showed the obsidian the feeling of a leaf falling. I showed the marble the peace of a mountain that has been allowed to sleep. I showed the Shadow-Prime that the 147 chapters of our pain were over, and that we no longer needed his monuments to define us. The "Static-Heaviness" shattered. The violet light died away, replaced by the honest, orange glow of the autumn sunset. The stones became light—just stones once more. The gravity stabilized, and the "Ghosting" vanished into the wind.

Understanding that I was weaving the pack closer together through supernatural means. Later, in our quarters, I admitted the full scope of what I was experiencing. “It's a gift,” I said, curled against Christian on our bed. “But it's also a burden. I can feel their pain now. Their conflict. Their doubts. It's not just joy anymore.” “I know,” Christian said softly, his hand finding the small of my back. “That's what it means to be Luna. You carry the weight of your pack. But you don't carry it alone.”

Beneath the Crimson Veil Obscurity. That was all Selene initially comprehended. It wasn’t a fearsome kind of obscurity—it was weighty, infinite, and oddly sentient. She floated within it, sensing the earth's rhythm beneath her, as if the world itself was alive.

And if I wanted even a chance at breaking free, I’d have to bleed for it. Bleed, fight, and crawl on broken glass. Because Carolyn had already carried me through death. And I couldn’t let her carry the weight of my sins anymore.

he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my ear. I tilted my head up, my cheek resting against the soft fabric of his shirt, my brow furrowed in gentle confusion. “Do what?” “Hold the world on your shoulders… even when you don’t have to.” His voice was low, almost reverent, filled with a quiet understanding of the burdens I often carried. “Let me carry some of it, Elowen. Just for tonight. Let me be the one to shoulder the weight.”

It still had so much at stake. Fabian screamed with conviction, carrying the weight of everything inside him. "Keep your cool!" itchy voice. The weight of everything we were carrying. Once again, I felt like I had it in me, a force that was on my mind to break free, but I couldn't resist. I didn’t want it to be so dominant.' It's not the case now, as so many lives were in our hands. I was already shivering on the brink, and one wrong turn could send me to the bottom of the sea.

She could have died. It would be easy sucking out those substance from her body , but she would have to stay in the clinic to deal with her wounds. And as for Clayton... He must be sent out before the girl wakes up. And besides, he has a responsibility outside. People probably waiting for his aid. Bloodsuckers can be very stubborn. Specially in this town. And Clayton is tasked to protect the townspeople.

Oblivion claimed me, wrapping me in its cold embrace as the world faded away. When I awoke, the weight of the previous night's events settled upon me like a heavy fog. Regret washed over me, the sharp sting of disappointment resurfacing. But amidst the darkness, a spark of determination flickered within me. I couldn't allow myself to be consumed by grief and defeat.