Remnants Bible Verse Novels & Stories

"And then we end this. For good this time." I closed my eyes and let myself believe him. The Remnant was still out there. The threats were still coming. But we were still fighting. And as long as we were fighting, we had a chance.

"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" June coughed. A small cloud of mist left her lungs. Her eyes were finally seeing clearly. She looked at her hands. The skin was perfect. The burns from the gravity engine were completely gone. She looked at the man in the silver robes. "You called yourselves the Remnant " June said. Her voice was becoming stronger. "My father’s books said a group refused to leave the caves when the first Great War started. The books said you all died in the floods."

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

A hum, slow and steady, curling around his spine, settling at the place where flame and thread had woven together in his chest—where he had once been empty, now alive. Kael noticed the shift instantly. His hand closed around Azriel’s, firm and grounding. “What is that?” Azriel’s voice barely left his throat. “It’s older than the Remnants.” Behind them, Velan fell to one knee, a reverent hush on his lips. “It’s beneath the Fold. Beneath the Pattern. This isn’t a god…” His eyes lifted, wide with realization. “…It’s what named gods.” The Remnants—those faceless echoes of forgotten power—stood frozen, trembling under the weight of the name Azriel had given them. Remnants. Seen for the first time

"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;

She touched his forehead, and the silver lines on his skin faded, his eyes returning to a normal, tear-filled blue. “He is a Remnant,” Elara said, turning to Ellie and Roman. “A scrap of soul caught in the wake of the Magister’s fall. But he is a warning. The void didn't close when the sky did. It just found a new way to breathe.” “What do you mean?” Roman asked, pushing himself to his feet and immediately moving to Ellie’s side, his eyes scanning her for injury.

“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.

***THE END*** "But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death." Revelation 21:8 ---- Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your understanding. Seek his will in all you do and he will show you which path to take. Proverbs 3:5-6 NLT