Use Venerable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

The city of Viremont was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Streets that had once thrummed with the weight of uncertainty now bore only the soft echo of footsteps, the distant hum of wind through cracked windows, and the faint, residual tremor of magic still settling into the bones of the earth. Kael and Nora walked through it, side by side, though neither spoke. Words felt fragile here, easily broken by the ghost of power that had once surged through the city like a storm.

“What about it?” “It drains wolf strength,” he said. “Slowly but constantly.” “How fast?” “Within minutes your wolf will begin weakening.” My stomach tightened. “And how does Veyr survive it?” Riven gestured toward the glowing bundle Elara carried. “Relics like the moonstone.” The answer settled heavily over us. If we lost that stone inside the valley, we would not survive long. A rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes ahead. Everyone froze. Lira drew her blades.

She replied helplessly. Vespera didn't know what to say to that. She just sipped. '"Anyway, please bear in mind that you are free to reach out to me whenever you want to. I might have limited answers but they can still help you out." "Thank you." Yolanda nodded. She pressed her lips together briefly then picked up her bag, stood, and smoothed her coat. "Be careful." Shs said. She knew her words were insufficient but she still could not help saying it anyway. "Whatever you're doing. Be careful."

The same feeling he’d had when the first relic called to him. Except this time it wasn’t a call. It was a warning. Soren stepped forward, eyes fixed on the tree. “This is where it broke.” “No,” Lena said quietly. “This is where it keeps breaking.” He turned to her. “What?” She didn’t look at him. Her gaze was locked on the suspended shards of light. “The Veil isn’t shattered once,” she said. “It’s tearing over and over. Like something keeps reopening the wound.” A cold realization settled over them.

It was the ancient call of the Wolfe lineage, the hunger for the source, and it was trying to drown me. "You think a flickering flame can consume the source of your existence?" Venus’s voice boomed, vibrating the floorboards beneath my boots. She stepped toward us, her sheer height making her look like a titan rising from the mouth of the underworld. "I am the fire, little wolf. I am the very reason your blood burns with that restless hunger. You cannot kill a legacy built on a century of souls. You can only nourish it with your spite."

Inside me. Around me. Through me. The others began to stir. Vega looked at the sky, her eyes wide. “What did she do?” “She gave the world a memory it can’t erase,” I said. Revenant stood slowly. His crown cracked and fell into the dirt. He looked at me. Then bowed. Not in surrender. In respect. “She was what we failed to become,” he said. “The end of the old. The seed of something better.” The battle never resumed.

The glass fortress of Vane Global had just cracked wide open. And we were falling through the ruins.

Quod vivit in ea, non manebit. Exi. Evello. Abicio.In nihilum redi… et numquam revertere.” I force the words out, voice breaking under the strain. Yet it fights harder. Using my entire strength and healing ability to encircle it and hold on with the last dregs of what I have. To vaporize it as though it’s a cancer and I’m radiation.

"Which is why the bond feels like interference rather than loss." "Because he's held somewhere," I said. "Not gone. Held." "Yes," she said. "Who?" I said. "If it's not Valen.." "Valen is dead," she said. "But Valen spent decades building things. Some of those things are running without him. Some of those people.." she paused. "Some of those people didn't stop just because he did."

Loyal. And right. The tension kept rising until Cael finally laughed. It wasn’t joyful. Or amused. It was the sound of an ancient creature who had watched the world rot more than once. “Oh, the passion of mortals,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “So full of honour and noise. So convinced that war has rules.” Vane bristled, clearly triggered by the presense of someone far older and with far more experience. But he remained quiet. “What would you have us do? Sit on our hands?” Another elder spoke.