Angelic Names Novels & Stories

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

After a brief shock, he recomposed himself and replied, “Thank you, Lord Jacopo!” “Heavenly Lord of the Seventh Heaven, Helvius Daniela. “Heavenly Lord of the Eighth Heaven, Silvester Daniela. "Heavenly Lord of the Ninth Heaven, Xandros Tegan. “Heavenly Lord of the Tenth Heaven, Yaraka Xenmour. “Heavenly Lord of the Eleventh Heaven, Qusai Gael. “Heavenly Lord of the Twelfth Heaven, Henrik Declan. “Heavenly Lord of the Thirteenth Heaven, Kallinikos Yoav.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

why does she sound so surprised we have been addressing the baby as male? ***** I want the baby to grow and be good, even as a vampire, so I need to find him a good family, I fly around the city of England in my invisible form looking for a perfect family that desires a child, but it is harder than it looks, I just need a middle-class family not too rich and not to poor, I saw a church, where is best to look for a perfect family, I fly inside, I bask in its holiness, I love the holy ground, the church was empty, as I move around looking as the design of on the window, humans are really talented, I have not yet been assign to turn into a human, all Angels have to pass two tests before you bec

Blake said, wanting to know all that there is to this Angel. “His name is Aazrael, and he’s known as an Archangel. They receive this honor when cultivating more than two wings, and their power doubles for each set of wings they acquire. They cultivate the Power of Faith. The more worshipers they have, the more power they receive, but the power of faith is not infinite; hence, the God wars happened about three hundred years ago. I was killed by my lover Azrael during this time. He never loved me and used my connections to do away with the remaining gods who didn’t cultivate the Power of Faith, like me, who collected the Qi of the Stars.” Maia paused here as she tried to collect herself.

I said and she frowned. "why not Arcangelo... that's your name right?" she asked and I nodded. "yes, but it means Arch Angel.... Angel of heaven. And that really doesn't suit me. So every one calls me either Romano or Angelo" I said and she smiled. "No. I will call you Arcangelo only. I feel like you are really an Angel from heaven. I think it suits you perfectly" she said and I gulped my shock. Does she know who I am? That I am Lucifer? A fallen Angel? No, how can that be? No, at once I have doubted that she was an angel and she got hurt a lot. Not making the same mistake again.

The place smelled of alcohol and desperation, and I didn't dare ask who these people were. "What is this place? And what did you tell him?" I whispered to Amber, as the bartender led us ahead, showing the way. "I simply said I wanted to see one of the Archangels. The one we seek is Lucifer. He's known as the Angel of Death. They say he's never failed a job, but I've heard he's quite expensive. But we need the best if we're going to find Tyler before the Alpha King gets his hands on him!" Amber muttered seriously.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

Kneeling beside it, I wasted no more time and pulled the huge book out, my slightly trembling hands sloppily skimming over the pages, until I’ve finally reached the section I wanted, like a burglar fearing of getting caught, my gaze hurriedly skipping over the words, “His name originates from the hebrew word “Rafa’el” meaning “God heals” ...After Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer, he is the fourth Archangel created by God... compassionate...caring... He is often associated with joy and laughter... Physical and spiritual healer... Considered one of God’s most obedient, good children...” Exhaling a small, shaky breath, the book fell on its own accord on the carpeted floor with a small but audible t

A man now stood in the middle of the room, and when his head turned to look in my direction, I could swear he was Joffrey’s twin, minus his structure. “Ambrogio.” Came from my lips just above a whisper, as I was sure it had to be him. His eyes looked at me with what looked like recognition in them, as he moved to my side with the speed of light, while he whispers, “Selene.” Before he places his hands on my cheeks, but as his hands touch my flesh, he quickly realizes that I wasn’t Selene, making him retract them. Staring at me with a confused look on his face, I break the silence within the room, as I say to him, “My name is Angelica. I am Selene’s greatest granddaughter.”