Angelic Names Novels & Stories

Full of wonder. "Madonna. After your fine girlie." Grayson replied. Ayven laughed. And cried at the same time. Tears streaming down his face even as he smiled. He had another sister. Another person to protect. Another person to love. He turned to Angel. Studied her for a moment. "I gave you a middle name, right? Angel Mia Cross." "Yup. And I love it so much. I never had a middle name before." Angel beamed. "Then her full name should be Madonna Silvia Cross." Ayven said it with authority. Final. Decided.

Michael answered Tharollin with clenched teeth. "I hope so Micheal because I have so many ways to tell you why I and Avonmora are made for each other." Tharollin said and turned to face the angel who spoke. "Jack, Seth, John, Mark, Liam, Noah William, James, Oliver, Benjamin, Elijah, Lucas. If you really love your life you better go back to whoever that sent you in one piece." Tharollin said calling out each of the twelve Angels names using his head to point out the one he calls out his name. Michael was speechless.

feeling unsure and not really wanting to give her secret to other people, especially this newly formed family of unknown heroes. “What do you mean by special?” asked Brooke, as she touched Jane on the shoulder to console her. “When needed, I change,” Jane whispered. “What do you mean by ‘change?’ Like those things out there?” asked Gabe. Well, yes and no.” Jane took a deep breath and set them down. “Angelinka is a name I was called in the old language.” “What is Angelinka?” Scott asked. “Angelinka is old testament, a hound of god. And she is used when things need stopping,” Jane said. “And only then do I use her.”

Christian asked. “Yes, a nickname.” Christian closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts while I waited for his suggestion. “How about poopy or mega mind?” I should’ve known he would pull a childish stunt as always. That was, unfortunately, who he was. “Stop it. I mean a serious one.” I spoke as I rolled my eyes at him. Christian gave me a nod and was once again lost in his thoughts. “How about Angel?” “Angel? I like Angel.” I laughed. Angel was cute, and I could live with that. “Angelica, that was your real name.” Christian reminded me.

he chuckles as I move away from him with heated cheeks approaching Jippies. "Master, this is Brother Jippies true form," Saye explains. "He also goes by another name." I lift a brow. "Princess," I redirect my attention back to the demon before me. "Jippies is but a nickname my siblings call me. My given name is Azrael." I blink and stare at Jippies, who pulls up a smile. "Azrael? As in the Angel of Death. As in the Grim Reaper?"

- While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked. "The Angels are powerful beings who serve the Biblical God, and have the powers to inflict pain upon Devils and by extension the Fallen Angels due to their light-based powers~" "They live in Heaven which is divided into seven layers, or as they called them, the Seven Heavens~. Our leaders are the Seraphs and they are Angels who are guardians of the Throne of Heaven. The members of the Seraphs are the Archangel Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel who were titled the "Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels.

His eyes gleamed, and for a brief moment, I felt like he was seeing right through me. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and almost playful, “your name, Castiel... it means more than you think.” I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “More than ‘shield of God’?” I asked, a little skeptical. He nodded, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. “Much more,” he said, his tone now shifting slightly. “It’s the name of an Archangel, one of the seven ever created by God. The ruler of Saturn, and imparter of divine guidance.”

She mumbles in distress. Lucifer swallows deep before he asks. “You’re Lana, but you’re not quite Lana anymore, are you? What’s your name, Seraphim?” Lana bites her lip and looks down at her lap. “Hadraniel. My name is Hadraniel.” Lucifer flinches back as if he’d been slapped in the face, his mouth tightening with an untold emotion. “Hadraniel? The angel of love. That’s what your name means?”

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

Angelica’s words helped everyone here greatly. Of course, she was also helping herself. “Sweetheart, what’s your name? Where did you come from?” One of the old mid-Sovereign Rankers asked. “Old Sir, my name is Angelica Dolce and I’m from the Heavenly Sect,” Angelica answered. “The Heavenly Sect? You mean the one from West Sand Galaxy?” The old man pondered and asked. “Yes! Do you know about the Heavenly Sect?” “Of course! I passed by that place and heard about you people.”