Novel & Cerita Angelic Names

Ahsoka peeks her head around me to look at the woman. “My name is Celine, leader of the Star Coven. I am a witch. With me are Pierre and Xavier, they are warlocks. I believe I know what you are.” “So just tell us.” I am starting to get irritated with her. “Dimidietas Angelus,” she whisper’s more to herself. “What is that,” I ask. “It translates to half-angel.” “I thought they were called Nephilim?”

Angel’s POV Following a great morning glory with my husband, he invited me to sit with him at breakfast. Dr Warner or whoever her name was, didn't seem to have that much of a problem. Although, there was one insect hovering over Ace throughout. I didn't get her name, and frankly I didn't even care. My mind was on something else. Once breakfast was done, Ace and I sat in the car. “Angel,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “I’ve been meaning to call Jeremy.”

During our ride back to Luc’s house, he did as promised and answered all my questions. I ultimately learned that “grace” is actually their angelic power, gifted by God and that unlike us humans, angels are created and not born from the purest, powerful souls. I also learned that Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer were the first Archangels ever created, Raphael, Azrael, Raziel and the others being created much later. But when the first Archangels were created, the first human beings were also created and because they were God’s fragile little children, he loved them the most and gave Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer precise orders to guard and protect them.

"This seems wrong." "That's because it is, in a technical sense. Resurrections shouldn't be handled at all by mortals. Luckily for us, angels get a free pass, and I know the true name of an Angel of Creation. Now, I can't have you hear his true name. Not that you could, your eardrums and eyes would instantly rupture. But, still, to prevent the worst outcome from happening and out of respect I'm going to need you to leave the room."

She is pure, sensitive, loving, and kind; she means no harm to any creature, good or bad, believing everyone deserves a chance. My father, Bernael the Fallen, followed Lucifer on his fall from grace. Bernael, known throughout Heaven and Hell as the Fallen Angel of Darkness and Evil; his only care rests on his love for death and destruction, pain and agony; nothing else holds any place in his heart, not even me, it seems. My Mother, heartbroken discovering the truth surrounding the man she loved, refused to speak of him with me. Only sharing that he was evil itself and we had to stay hidden for our safety.

They sat round the table, eating and talking. “Why does he call you angel?” Luka asked Ava. Ava smiled at the question. “Yes, Zane. Why do you call me that?” Ava asked. She loved his pet name for her and she loved he had used it from the moment they met. “Because she looks and acts like an angel,” Zane said. “It’s a good nickname,” Luka decided. “I agree,” Ava said. When they were all done, Ava put the bowls and spoon in the dishwasher as Zane scooped Luka up in his arms. Luka yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“But I feel… drawn to you.” Yeah. That would be the mate bond. Lunaryn was practically vibrating in my chest like a damn struck bell. "Tell him! Tell him now! He’s ours!" "No," I snapped internally. "Let him adjust." I turned to the angel and cleared my throat. “Let’s start with your name. Do you… have one?” He tilted his head slightly. “I remember only one name. I believe it was mine. I was called… Auren.” Auren. Of course it was something gorgeous and ethereal.

“How about I tell you my name first? I’m John, nice to meet you!” “John?!” I gawk at the angel. “That sounds way too human!” John lifts an eyebrow, still smiling. “John is a perfectly normal name... Just what did you expect?” “I don’t know,” I admit. “Something more... Inhuman like Lucifer, or Cassius, or Nathaniel or something,” “Lucifer? Really?” There is laughter in his eyes, amusement glistening within them. “You think I look like the devil?” Now it’s my turn to laugh and blush. “No... Of course not... Those names just seemed more angelic somehow,”

Alice whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I am not an angel, sir. Mother said angels are those who die and then become angels, but I am a living person, sir," Alisha said, her voice filled with innocence. "Do you have any mental problems, Angel?" Alice asked, his concern mingling with his possessiveness. He didn't even know why he was giving her a nickname, but it slipped out involuntarily. "I told you I am not an angel. I have a name, and it's Alisha. I have no mental problems, and yeah, you can't call me an angel. You are mental," Alisha retorted, her voice laced with defiance.

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.