How To Pronounce Venerable Novels & Stories

"Accurate is more useful than reassuring." Lana was sitting on the chair by the window with her legs crossed and her arms folded. She had shown up an hour ago at Penelope's invitation, which I had initially felt uncertain about. Thankfully, Lana in preparation mode turned out to be a different creature from Lana in social mode and I was grateful for it. "Elder Vael," she said. "Tell me his full title and the correct first address." I cleared my throat and nodded. "Elder Vael of the Northern Council. His first address is "Elder". followed by a half-bow, not a full curtsy.” Then I added as an afterthought. “Full curtsy is only for the Alpha rank and above."

“I haven’t properly introduced myself." It wasn't just the way he spoke, it was the way the air around him seemed to still. “My lady,” he said, voice smooth as moonlight over black water. “My name is Valek Dreven Throne…but you can call me Valek.” The name rolled off his tongue like a spell, and the moment he said it, something inside Anana stilled. It sounded like a name that was ancient, older than language itself. Like a name spoken only in forgotten rituals, carved into tombstones no one dared visit. A name unmistakably tied to blood and night.

Spell Pronunciation and Translation Ventis qui torquent et vertunt, (Ven-tis kwī TOR-kwent et VER-tunt) Per spatium et tempus, vias sinite agitari, (Per SPA-ti-um et TEM-pus, wī-as SIN-i-te a-git-Ā-rī) Per regna, proxima et remota, (Per REG-na, PROX-i-ma et re-MO-ta) Nunc eos ferte, viam patefactam. (Nunc Ē-ōs FER-te, wī-am pat-e-FAK-tam.)

Ostana chuckled and pecked her mates cheek, one hand resting lovingly on her small baby bump. "And I call stupid," Emrys deadpanned back before pointing to the word written in dark black ink - Venimus. "Venimus," The word rolling off his tongue beautifully. "It means 'we got' in Latin," "We got?" Ostana chimed in. "Who's we and got what?"

You called that man father. "Ka'vel ran sora vel'thaan drae," Vaelor said. He raised me. "KA'VEL RAN SORA — VEL'THAAN DRAE!" The Zevhari tore out of her at full force, the lower-clan vowels cracking open in the corridor, two centuries of compression detonating in four words. He stole you.