Angelic Names Novels & Stories

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.”

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

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.

You are my companion, and it is my duty to take care of you. Angel: I… I don't… She sighed softly and closed her eyes, as if trying to regain control of herself. Angel: I don't feel our connection yet, but… a part of me knows… I… I'm… sorry… I… what's your name? I burst out laughing, realizing I hadn't even introduced myself. Then I took one of her hands and brought it to my lips. Alexander: My name is Alexander, but my friends call me Alex. Angel: Alexander… I like that name. Thank you for coming to save me.

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.

Jasmine asked, causing Gabriel to wince. “Your kind calls The Almighty by many names. Believing The Almighty to be a he?” “Some believe he is a woman.” Xavier chimed in as Gabriel shook his head. “Why do you lower the Almighty to your standards? Human kind is women and men…Angels can be seen as man or woman, but never the Almighty. The Almighty has no such ties to this world. Almighty created Angels in celestial likeness, but that doesn’t mean it is so. Lucifer is the most powerful among us. The Almighty’s first born of Angels that betrayed us.”