Remnants Bible Verse Novels & Stories

"In Jeremiah 30, verse 17, he says he will restore you to health and heal your wounds, declares the Lord." "Deuteronomy 31:6 also says that we should not be afraid or terrified because of them, because the Lord your God is with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you and according to Mark 10:27, Jesus glanced at them and remarked, 'With man, it is impossible, but not with God' For with God, anything is possible, so why don't you lean on Him? Things may not be going well for you right now, but strive to find peace within yourself and you will enjoy your time here on Earth."

“There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.” Please note, dear reader that the Bible verses are from Psalm 91. KJV was used here but other versions can also be used. To be continued... ++++++++ We are at the last leg of the story dear reader... Hopefully, you will be back here at the Supernatural Spa so you can read the last part of the tale. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Fare the

They stopped at the intersection, turning their head slightly as though sensing the group’s presence. “Who are you?” Emma called out, her voice firm despite the tension coiling in her chest. The figure didn’t answer immediately. Instead, they took a step closer, their movements smooth and deliberate. When they finally spoke, their voice was low and resonant, echoing slightly in the confined space. “I am someone who seeks what you have severed.” Callan stepped forward, placing themselves between the group and the stranger. “You’re a remnant,” they said, their tone sharp. “An echo of what the bridge connected. You don’t belong here.”

She is unhappy, though, when she realizes that she cannot reach out since the truth is what matters, that she does not know enough about God, and that she began to quiver on her knees without recognizing that God was gradually taking her fear away. The elder called on Vicky to take a position on the raised platform and complete her designated role while carrying the Bible. Vicky perused, “As it is written from the book of Isiah chapter eleven verse one to three; “A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit. The Spirit of the Lord will rest on Him-the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of might, the Spirit of the knowledge a

And it must be true, because, after all these years, she kept it. Hugging it closer to my chest, I went back into the kitchen, sat down pouring myself another glass whiskey, ready to read the Lord's teaching. “If dad can do it, so can I...” I murmured. I opened the book, and it's randomly displaying Roman 16:20, “The God of peace will soon crush Lucifer under your feet,” I read aloud, “The grace of our Lord Jesus be with—” Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late,

She opened her eyes and the contractile aperture in the chocolate brown coloured iris of large doleful eyes caught the letters, Luke 11:45 "For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known" Sre knew that verse. He'd whispered those same words as he'd run his hard calloused palm down her naked body. Sreya could remember it all. Clearly. Too clearly. She could remember how he'd touch her. Gently drag his hand down her skin in a lover's caress. She could remember the appreciation in his eyes and the tears in hers. She could remember the bible verses he muttered each time he was around her. Each time he was erect. She remembered the way he'd burn his fles

"I've thought of that already. It's no big deal. I'll be fine anyway. We'll be fine, okay. Stay calm." I was quiet for a while. I had a bad feeling, my instincts weren't pessimistic about our stay there. I tried to distract myself but the silence wasn't helping. Then I remembered a verse I loved, from the bible that I even made into a song. Unconscious, I began to recite out loud. ✝ Psalms 91:5 "I shalt not be afraid of the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness;

“It’s one of them. Not a gate. A remnant.” Mira scoffed. “What the hell is a remnant?” “A part of what was sealed,” I said quietly. “Not one of the seven… but something they left behind. Like a sentinel, a memory.” Kye took a step back. “Memory or not, it’s watching us.” Then it spoke but not with sound or with voice. The words carved themselves into our minds like fire across frozen glass: "The vessel bears the fire. The key seeks truth. Will you pay the price?”

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

But enough. Reaching through the connection. Watching me from both sides. “You feel it,” it said. The voice wasn’t like the other one. Not calm. Not measured. This one was… fractured. Unstable. Like it was breaking even as it spoke. “What are you?” I demanded, my voice barely steady. A pause. Then— “A remnant.” The word sent a chill through me. “Of what?” “Of what was lost.” The threads around us flickered violently. Because even here—