Use Venerable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Sage. I could feel the touch of death on my skin as I stepped into the pit. Echoes of the fallen caressed my ears and I was helpless to block out their cries. I could perceive the smell of something burning as I looked around. It was empty and gloomy. I was standing where Kieran had executed twelve council elders some days ago. “You should have come alone,” Vane’s burning voice echoed as he stepped into the fighting ground. His feet left hot burning prints as he walked towards me and Xena. His left arm was gone but the stump was dripping with hot liquid.

As the days passed, his screams got louder and his conviction wavered, "I can't, I can't tell you what you're asking me. You're better off killing me." Verra gave a polite smile in response, "I'm trying my darndest to kill you, I truly am. But you are like a cockroach who refuses to die. At the pace we're going, I might need 100 years to kill you," whilst saying this Verra had a tread of liquid lightning dancing on her finger.

“I do not like it.” Kael crouches and looks at him. “You are safe.” Varek adds, “Nothing will touch you.” Their voices overlap. I swallow. “This is exhausting,” I say quietly. “If you hate each other so much, say it out loud.” Kael looks away. Varek keeps his eyes on Kael. “Old things do not die easy,” Varek says. Kael’s mouth tightens. “Especially when they were never buried right.”

Evolving into an aged corpse, her long wavy black hair thinned with alopecia. He nodded and placed his right palm over Venus' chest. A purple glow emanated and he closed his eyes, concentrating. A soft supplication whispered from his heart. A few seconds passed. With remorse, Valen opened his eyelids. Vance inquired with his voice cracked. "Why isn't she waking up?" Valen heaved a sigh, almost panicking. He failed to revive Venus. He had channeled his healing energy into her, who was unresponsive. It made him feel worse that both his parents' distraught eyes rested on him for some kind of explanation.

The Vesper refugees huddled in the lower wards, their breath visible in the freezing air as the life-support systems flickered and died. ​"The fleet is ready to jump, but we’re dragging a corpse," Vane said, her voice echoing in the hollow silence of the command deck. "The First Suture’s engineers can patch your hull, Elara, but they can't patch a dying soul. If the Grove goes, the mountain becomes a lightless rock."

the man asked. Verena shrugged. "I don’t even know when I’ll leave," she responded. "I lost a lot of power, so I have to recover before I can use it again." She was being truthful. Everything that she just said was completely what Old Fool had told her. However, looking into the others eyes and the way they gazed at her, she knew that not a single one of them believed her.

"Hannah we’re just starting the part. A legacy isn't, about the number of words. It’s about how springs the vines survive after we're gone." The golden light of the horizon seemed to linger on the ridge. It felt like the sun wanted to see the transformation of the scarred earth. The cornerstone felt like it had finally anchored the history of the Vane family into something honest. The villagers started lighting lanterns around us and the flames were no longer a threat but a way to celebrate.

Renan’s jaw was practically slack, his brilliant tactical mind trying and failing to find a flaw in the old man's logic. "I have spent nearly a century refining that mirror," Vicente added softly, looking at me with a profound, paternal warmth. "I am three years away from one hundred. I have seen empires rise and fall under the weight of whispers. I was not going to let a pair of arrogant children use whispers to destroy my daughter's legacy in this territory."

“You said she touched something dark. When we left Velmorra.” He nodded. “Something older than our bloodlines. She touched the blood. Took it into her mouth. It’s old magic. She called it soul-ink. Real shit. Dangerous.”She tried to see the thread of our future… said it almost ate her.” I stepped forward. “Speak clearly, Vale. You’ve been walking around like a fucking ghost since we got back.” “She saw one of us—me or you—dying,” Valentino said. I froze.

“He doesn't have the language for it yet, but he's vulnerable with her.” “Perfect,” a voice said. “That’s exactly what we need.” The line went dead. Vanessa looked at the mansion one