Angelic Names Novels & Stories

I don’t even understand how I was able to lift whatever it was that suppressed Damien's ability to find his mate. Alina: ‘I think that is easier to explain than you think. Your name means Divine Warrior. Your last name is Ingel, which means, angel. Together our name means Divine Warrior Angel of Light. You my dear, cleanse away the darkness. If darkness touches a person in any way, you will be able to heal them or in the case of the demon cleanse it from them with your fire.’ Divina: ‘I didn’t even know what I was doing. It happend without me intending for it to.’

In the olden days, There was a girl who was extremely known for being “unlucky”. She’s a very beautiful young girl who has experienced lots of misfortunes in her life. At that time, God sent a powerful and trustworthy Archangel down to the earth. He’s called the “Angel of God” also known as “Help from God” who lived in a disguise on earth. It is a name that he only uses as a disguise on this land. God entrusted him to protect the people of the land and the souls of the dead in the hands of evil. He was the guardian of the souls in the land of the dead and the land of the living.

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?”

All things that happened to me those days that I lost him instantly flashed back into my mind. "Hi, Baby Angelo..." "So, that's his name." I instantly turned to the person who just spoke and saw that it was Nicholas standing behind me. He was just watching me all this time. I smiled at him and nodded, "Yes, I named him Angelo because even though I experienced worst things during the time that I chose to fight for him, I still consider him a blessing in my life. That's why Angelo. He's an angel and I know he's watching over me up there," I replied and looked to the sky.

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.