Oblivion Carry Weight Novels & Stories

Though there are some that were blinded by the offers of their kingdoms and were treated according to what they have promised but they are already too late, the first kingdom to have accepted the Carriers as they really are have already advance too far for the other kingdoms to catch up. A few years later after the horrifying events that had occurred in the entire world that cost the lives of so many children, people started to act normally even after seeing a young adult use their awakened ability. The other kingdoms started to see them as treasures so they are more privileged than normal citizens. Seeing how the Carriers were treated, most of the youngsters had decided to reveal that they

“They are the burdens you carry. You must prove that you can bear them. If you fail, you will be buried under them forever.” I swallowed the knot in my throat and walked up to the first boulder. The moment I touched it, it fell into my arms. It was far heavier than it looked. I staggered, and nearly lost my balance. I carried each of them carefully. I don't know where the strength came from but I lifted all five of them.

I carried it again, my weak arms were literally shaking. “You can do it Octavia, remember you have a whole werewolf world depending on you” Lila mindlinked softly. I breath out heavily carrying the heavy tyre. I could feel the sweat running down my body as I managed to carry it up, I threw it down again breathing out. I can hear the pack cheering me up but I ignored them carrying the tyre for the last time. I bit my lips carrying it up and pushing it. The heavy black tyre made a loud thud while I fell on the floor.

Back means someone or something has a record of the place she came from, the blood on the floor, the dead hands clawing at her legs, the final betrayal dressed up as survival. Back means she is not the only one carrying the old timeline. Her mouth goes dry. “Back from where?” No answer. Her fingers tighten around the pen until the plastic creaks. The list sits in front of her. Beans. Batteries. Tape. All the small, practical things she can touch and count and arrange into the shape of not dying. She likes things she can count. People are harder. Voices in her skull are currently at the bottom of the reliability chart, somewhere below expired sour cream and men who say “just trust me.”

That night, as I lay beside Erya, listening to the quiet breathing of a pack learning how to exist without concealment, I understood that visibility was not a moment to survive. It was a responsibility to carry. And we were only just learning how heavy it truly was.

But for now, I can feel my eyes getting heavier. Pushing the bag over towards the middle of the bed, I moved up towards the pillows. Pulling the blankets back, I crawled inside the comfortable bed and simply thought for a moment about the unexpected turn my life had taken. I had my chosen mate, Dan, who I wanted to be with. I was dragged, by force, by my fated mate to this fresh hell.

he quipped, his gaze locking onto hers with an obnoxious playfulness that contrasted the gravity of their mission. Guided by Evelyn, the trio forged a path through the dense forest, each step a testament to their determination and resilience. The landscape undulated like a hill, the earth beneath their feet rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to mirror the emotions that churned within their hearts. With each upward climb, gravity pulled them back, an ever-present reminder of the weight of their mission.

The weight of unspoken history, old rivalries, and the ever-present specter of war pressed down on us all. A ripple of tension spread through the crowd as I stepped forward, the weight of leadership settling over me like an iron mantle. Every gaze turned to me—warriors, battle-worn Alphas, each a leader in their own right, yet in this moment, all looking for direction. These were not just soldiers; they were protectors, carrying the weight of their people’s survival, their legacies hanging in the balance. The air was thick with unspoken questions, but also with the raw, electric charge of readiness—of warriors waiting for a cause worth bleeding for.

Chapter 104 Damien's POV The weight of the carved box in my hand felt heavier than its size, as if the relic itself carried the burden of everything we faced. The shard of Veilstone inside pulsed faintly, almost like it was alive—waiting to reveal the secrets it held. I knew that tonight’s mission would change everything, but the question gnawing at me was whether we were ready for what was coming.

And that— That knowledge is lighter than anything I ever carried while alive. Enough.