Venerable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Kahit matanda na ito ay bakas na bakas pa rin ang otoridad sa me edad nitong mukha. Ito kasi ang pinakamatandang Veraniel at lahat ng nasa harap niya ay mataas ang respeto dito, maliban sa kanya. She hates her to the bones, her presence, her voice, her insult and most of all she hates that her blood is running in her veins.

His presence was both a comfort and a beacon of ancient wisdom-an unyielding pillar amidst the encroaching darkness. "Your counsel has been the spark that lights our path, Elder," I said, halting before him with a bow of deep respect. "I am eternally grateful for your willingness to share these secrets. Rest assured, they will be the foundation upon which we build our defense-and our offense."

His eyes were wide behind his thick spectacles, and the worry caused his mouth to crinkle. “No, of course not,” she replied quickly. Despite recent setbacks, she was determined to find a way. “I only mean I do not think he could be any wiser than I am. I have travelled to hell and back. I know the forces of nature, the movement of things unseen, more than anyone else. What can he possibly know that I do not?” “Oh, Your Majesty,” Venette said, her face seeming to pale beneath the black hooded cloak she wore. “I beg you not to speak ill of the great Daunator. He is quite powerful. His wisdom reaches far beyond our understanding.”

Ancestor Song admonished the demonic sect leader in contempt. “Go ahead! And causing a ruckus if you dare! Let’s see which one Venerable Zhu would tear to pieces? Me? A simple honest person or you! a pretentious bastard!” The demonic sect leader provoking Ancestor Song without fear. This is Venerable Zhu territory, the supreme expert like him would surely know even with just a little disturbance of spirit-qi within the air.

But as she thought of the celestial phenomenon, her legs trembled. Unexpectedly, the first-grade eighth-level expert, Gordon, followed as well. Adrian had kept him alive, seeing him as more useful than Jorge. Gordon was qualified to act as a lackey. "Old man, do you know what's going on here?" Adrian asked. Gordon shrank back and said timidly, "Venerable Sage, I don't understand what you're referring to." The term "Venerable Sage" surprised Kara. She had originally thought Adrian was just a level-eight immortal, but now she realized he was actually a level-nine Venerable Sage. It was truly unbelievable.

Manik bowed, speaking, “I believe in gold that glints beneath the unknown, my lord. And in winds that do not lie. Velandor is no ghost—it lives. Our ancestors feared its veiled waters. But I say fear is the tax for profit.” Minister Arthan adjusted his scroll. “And profit, Your Majesty, comes with risk. The seas to Velandor are said to be cursed. Storms strike without pattern. Ships disappear without a cry.” Samarth leaned forward, “And so did half our caravans when we marched on Everia, yet here we sit—richer, wiser, and wearing our scars like silk. I ask not whether it is dangerous. I ask whether it is worthy.” “There are whispers of medicinal leaves that halt fevers in a breath, and stone

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

She gritted her teeth as a spasm of pain tore through her, clutching her side. “I told you not to overdo it, Dorian could have killed you” Valen remarked coldly, sparing her only a fleeting glance. Vendetta growled low in her throat, refusing to show weakness. “And I told you we don’t have time for your games, Valen. While you stand here grinning like a fool, Dorian is out there closing in. You think you’re invincible, right? Don’t you?” Valen turned to face her, his golden eyes blazing. “Watch your tone, Vendetta. You may wield dark magic, but that doesn’t make you indispensable. Remember your place. Remember how you came here. Without me you're nothing vendetta”

Quite the opposite, in fact. But that doesn’t mean Venerable isn’t exasperating. "Jackson, I understand that you feel qualified to lead us in a new direction. I even agree that something must be done to right this ship, but I am not certain this contest of yours is the course correction we need.” Only experienced at dealing with snobbishness for his entire life keeps his eyes from rolling. Venerable’s family ancestry has a background in the Navy, and he owns some rather large shipping interests, but throwing every nautical term you know into non-water related conversations is overkill. Jackson sniffs, trying to hide his frustration. “Monsieur Venerable, while I will agree the challenges of t

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."