Use Venerable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

I AM YOUR MOTHER. The corridor held the words. The basalt held them. The damaged Aether in the walls held them. Vaelor looked up at her from the floor of the corridor she had built, in the fortress she had carved into a moon, at the end of the war she had started before he was born, with the venom working through his channels and the bond burning in his chest, and his face was empty of everything except the plain quiet fact of what he said next. "Ka'vel ran sora vel'thaan drae." I already had one.

"We grow. We make ourselves too big to destroy. And when the Council finally falls, we are there to catch what remains." She handed me a cup. It smelled like herbs. Like something my grandmother would have drunk. If I had a grandmother. "And Vane?" I asked. "What about him?" Marcus's face darkened. "Vane is the Council's teeth. Cut off the head, and the body dies. But Vane is not the head. He is the mouth. And mouths can be closed." "How?" "Find his weakness. Every monster has one." --- I spent the rest of the day walking through Haven.

Yencur Nayla Venah led to a house smaller than the one she lived in. It looked shabby and lonely from the outside, an eerie sense of danger hanging over its roof “Are you sure this is the place, Venah?” Xerian asked as his eyes scanned the environment, his tone made of nothing but doubt. “I'm sure.”

The thought of going back to that dark place, where echoes of the past haunted me, filled me with fear because I knew that so many would be doomed. Venita meant more to me than just being a mate; she was my anchor, calming the chaos inside me. Her presence was like a soothing balm, comforting wounds that no one could see. Losing her felt like the delicate threads holding my sanity together were gone. The idea of returning to that lonely place loomed over me like a ghost, threatening to destroy the peace I had painstakingly built.

ANCHOR CORE: INTERNAL TEMPERATURE RISING. STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY: 68%. SYSTEM ADVISORY: ANCHOR WILL SHATTER IF FEEDBACK CONTINUES. If he didn't stop Vane, the feedback would blow my quartz heart into dust. I would become a pile of gray ash on the throne, and Leo would be left in a vacuum. "I need more power," Kael whispered. "Then pay the price," Vane invited, his red blade glowing with a terminal radiance. "Liquidate the Aria archives. Delete the garden. Forget the scent of her hair. Why hold onto the love of a woman who views you as a utility?"

He looked at me. "Vossen says she won't last the week," Nevan said. "The atmospheric pressure is crushing her cells. She’s dying to give us a warning." "A warning we can't do anything about, Nevan," I said, my voice shaking. "We have no ships. We have no Sovereign. We have a villa, an olive grove, and a five-year-old boy. How are we supposed to fight a shard of the Source with a pruning hook and a prayer?"

"They wouldn’t abandon me, not after everything." But even as the words escape, doubt coils through my chest, bitter and poisonous. He watches me patiently, sadness flickering in his eyes, a quiet empathy beneath his calm surface. He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear, voice dropping into a comforting whisper. "Don't worry, Veyra. The Velhara doesn’t die from rejection or from losing mates. Such things only make her stronger. In ancient times, she mated with many rogues to gain strength, to fortify herself. She thrives on adversity, grows fiercer from pain."

I approached her and sit on the chair next to her "hey, it's okay I-I just need to know why we are leaving, please tell me" I asked her more like begging not asking. she looks at me with her teary eyes "Ana I can't take it anymore I'm not over your dad. I loved him" she scoffs " I'm still in love with him, even though I don't want to. I don't want to love him, but tell me how? I can't do that when we are here? when this house reminds me of how we used to be a happy family? When I look around I remember him when he used to help me making dinner or playing around with you even in the streets, everything here reminds me of him." yeah I always keep on having those feelings too, I miss my dad.

The once unbreakable camaraderie that bound them together now felt strained under the weight of the impending threat. Valen, normally the pillar of wisdom and guidance, appeared lost in thought, his brows furrowed as he pondered the implications of the enigmatic omens. "These are troubling times," he admitted, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "The balance we've fought so hard to uphold is under dire peril."

Every time I look at her I see silence where there should be truth. Selene's lungs locked up tight. The vow flared hot. Punishing her even for just wanting to cry out. To deny nothing. Yet explain everything. A phantom fire scorched her throat. Forcing her lips to stay sealed. Veyra rose now. Her dark gown whispered like a hiss from serpents. There, she said softly. Dangerously. Even you sense it. She is your weakness, Aurek. You should tear her from your side before she brings Ironhold to ruin.