Angelic Names Novels & Stories

I walked closer, “It doesn't have an end. He'll keep falling until eternity.” “Yay the devil has been defeated,” Queen Manon happily yelled. Melonie walked closer to the Angel, “I thought you wouldn't come, thank you for saving us.” “You saved me once, I guess I no longer owe you,” The Angel's voice was like thunder, shaking the foundations of our souls. It spoke in a language that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The words echoed in our minds, leaving us breathless and bewildered. Melonie ran after him, “Can I at least know your name?” The Angel turned back with a smile, “Gabriel.”

He snorted, apparently finding my alias hilarious. ‎Was Angel that bad of a name? I thought it was kind of cool. Our company was called Angels and Demons, with me being the Angel. Zach's alias was Daemon because it was similar to 'demon' but so sounded much better. When a customer called us, they got an automated voice which told the caller to press the number of operator they wanted after giving the caller a brief description. ‎I was losing my train of thought; I couldn't give him my real name, could I? It was against our rules. If Jane found out, she'd be píssed. She wouldn't fire me, no way, but she'd be angry which was almost as bad.

Mariah frowned and gasped soon after, “Wait, don’t tell me…” “Aye,” Alaric answered, “those types of people that nearly killed you before. They are called Angelic warriors and they serve Ramiel, God of thunder.” “Wait, did you say God?” “They are twelve gods, Mariah, or rather, they were twelve and I killed three of them.” Mariah’s eyes widened in shock and she remembered what those men had called him that day, “God Killer,” she whispered. Alaric closed his eyes and answered, “Aye, t’s the name I was given after fighting with Aspa and killing the three gods.”

Nero said. "A man should keep his word," Anthony replied. "I've always kept mine." "Good." Nero laughed. "Things aren't very peaceful at the northern frontier lately, so I won't stay long. Goodbye." He vanished into the night, leaving just as abruptly as he'd come. Once Nero was gone, Cassian whispered to Griffin, "Who's Seraphine?" "That's Scarlet. Her name is Seraphine King," Griffin answered. "Seraphine, the name of angels. One would imagine that someone named Seraphine is a captivating beauty, whose grace stirs hearts and whose presence enchants souls. It is a pretty name," Cassian mumbled.

Her human relationships are also flawless. I've grown fond of her and have come before the highest celestial realm to ask for your permission to enlist her services. What was the nature of the angel's service to you? She was my battle planner. What is the name of the angel you're referring to? At this level, we have millions of angels. Angel her name is Liticia. As soon as I mentioned her name I heard there was a roar at the place. It looked like I was in the middle of a sports stadium.

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.

He was like God’s perfect creation. She had not seen him since yesterday night, when he came back, her heart tightened again. “Daddy!” Angel had been happy to have seen Henry, “Daddy, Mommy said I should use the name Angel Xander, but I think Little Angel sounds just fine. I like that name.” Angel said while she gave him puppy eyes. “Angel, the word comes from Greek, Angelos. It means messenger of God, an agent acting as a messenger and envoys between Heaven and Earth by God’s will.” Henry smiled and explained, “Angel is a nice name.”

Sighing he turned his back on that, but before he could face ahead, a sharp stinging feeling caught him. It was the Angel of Death himself, smirking at him. That wicked innocent smile never disappears. Before he withdraw his knife, he moved his lips closer to his ear and whispered, "I will tell you a name and I will let you watch how she will easily leave you for her Peter." The lost boy looks at the Angel's eyes and they were the dullest he has ever seen. And when the Angel of Death withdraw the knife, he knew at any moment he was going to fall. "Tenshi."

In the beginning, they named things before they understood them. They spoke as if naming was knowing, as if a word could hold the full weight of truth. They believed that once something was given a name, it became fixed, certain, unchanging. And so they built their world on definitions they had never truly questioned. Angels were called perfect. Untouched. Flawless. They were placed high above, beyond doubt, beyond error, beyond anything that could make them seem less than divine.

Then,the memories came flooding back. ‘Marble Man.’ That particular nickname echoed in her mind. "…You smell nice." The image of herself sniffing Cassian's jacket flashed before her eyes. She whimpered in embarrassment. What the hell was I thinking? She tugged at her hair, her mind becoming a complete mess. What will he think of me now? "Seriously, Iris?" she groaned, burying her face in her palms "Marble Man?" She could die from embarrassment. Slowly, Bella's smiling face drifted into her thoughts.